Muse-Morte

My name is Violeta. After being a member of dA for 14 years, this is my first time writing something on my bio. Like the prayer goes "If not me, then who? If not now, then when?"

So here we go.

I first knew about dA since 2008 and decided at some point it was a good time to start creating. I used to have a blog , (now set private) since I love to express my feelings with words, and I wouldn't call myself an artist, but I realized sometimes internet images do not give me the feeling I need so I decided to give myself a chance and started create my own.

I had a mentor (a very popular and talented deviant whose account was deactivated over a decade ago, sadly) who taught me a few important things:

1. Use natural light (Something I don't always do ;)).

2. DO NOT try to look perfect.

3. Show what you're feeling.

That's what I do here. My very limited knowledge of editing forces me to do my best using what I have, wich is me, my feelings and my camera.

I need to feel, I need the music, because to create breathes life back into me in ways I never knew were possible, to bring my feelings into visual life brings out the very best in me.

Photography, oh how I've missed it. That sense of wonder and awe around me when I'm creating something.

I am admittedly a dramatic person; I want to believe photography is like poetry. It's on the poet and the reader on how to interpret it. I want to create not perfection, but something genuine, direct and intriguing; I want to create things that can touch your heart. I'm probably too romantic for my own good, but I also know my creations are not for everyone, but I'm here to show my feelings in all their glory, my imperfections, and with all my life scars, because life is meant to be lived, to be experienced and enjoyed! I pour myself here, I create a shimmering light to reflect off the mirrors of my soul.

My writing is necessary because words are also powerful; the inflection on the surface, paving a path to the intention. Unrelenting comprehension...captivated in trance. Tied together in these knots, in my thoughts, they trech in song, as they would, all along. Please read the words, my words.

I need some weird. I need some distortion in my guitar, something to chant along with.

I am a battered soul.

A wounded heart.

(Aren't we all, somehow?)

The moment it is healed doubt turns into trust.

So I trust me everything will fall into place. Whatever you want it will fall into place. Be ready to accept it. Let's create, share our dreams and show our feelings.

Bring the candles and stare at the stars with me.