Critique by *JupiterWave
I don't normally associate with thieves, but I don't think they'd get very far with one arm. I can sort of see the shoulder, but where's the rest of it? What you'd be best off doing is having the right arm mimic the position ...
Critique by =suzaku009
Hi there! Just a random passerby but I hope you don't mind me giving you a little critique. (: I think your coloring is pretty good, just work on the shadows and highlights a bit more. Don't be afraid to go darker with the shadows. Going d...
Critique by =suzaku009
Hi there! Hope you don't mind a stranger like me giving you some critique. First of all, I have to say that I absolutely LOVE the composition. It's nice, tight, but not so much that the piece suffocates the viewer. Very nicely done. Besid...
The Endby *Druidchickz
Critique by =Denodon
First of all, very interesting title, for some reason it invokes (for me) something akin to the apocalypse or at least the end of the world which you seem to have followed through with in this piece. The angle herself has the appearance of being ver...
Critique by ^kkart
I like this it really has a sort of mood about it....and certainly is more of an emotional kind of image than a realistic one. I dig that! Nice color and tone, as well. Have you thought of maybe a B&W at all for this? Very nice light in this, it...
ST: Moments At Gol - McCoyMoments at GolST: Moments At Gol - McCoy
McCoy
The doctor had seen Spock in many guises. He had seen him unconscious, injured, delirious with fever, blind – even insane. But he had no frame of reference for seeing Spock as he was now. He had encountered brain-damaged patients before. Perhaps that was the closest approximation to the way Spock was now. But Spock was not technically brain-damaged. He was not damaged at all, medically. He was like the custodian of a huge library whose keys had been jumbled and mixed until he could open none of the rooms. Everything that made Spock who he was was there, in his head, but by Jim's accou
by =Aconitum-Napellus
Critique by *SuburbanAngst
Good stuff. Spock's floundering, McCoy's empathy and grit, the little moment of breakthrough, all are excellently drawn here. Best of all, McCoy travels an emotional arc from the beginning of this interlude, starting with his affection and...
Critique by =PhantomxTears
This photo feels like stepping over the edge. Like those moments on the border of a momentary lapse or a storm. If this photo had a sound it would be cool and soothing... and terrifying. Like something consuming and just out of control. It reminds me...
Critique by *BeautifulExperience
If I want to travel back to Canada right now, I just have to go to your gallery and watch some of your shots. Images are windows are doors, and that's so wonderful about imagination: That it's really possible to feel this sun over the Rocky...
Critique by =Commander-Luminaire
First of all, I must say that I am immediately impressed by this. Not only did you do a good job, but I would have never been able to tell that you had used a base unless you told us! The clothing that you gave to them is impressive as well, I don�...
A Deeper AnxietyHe hardly smiles at claims These blames to acclaim Reincarnation Homicide Rip off their arms Gouge out their eyes Thrown out through Opened, jump suicide Dont be scared Dont be scaredA Deeper Anxiety
Like a chainsaw He revs aggression Suggestion That has no discretion Like the chain Thats guided in vain Which has barred And crossed no risk To heaven his name That marks the kiss Of the last man To stand in Internal combustion Internal Affairs
He hardly smiles at claims These blames to acclaim
by *ifimissed
Critique by =JosephVal
Third of six is what were at, and nothing is like reading some nice Horror & Macabre pieces. Although there are many pieces in this genre, they generally don't become that big after Halloween. So when it comes to Horror & Macabre pieces,...
"An Accident"I will cradle these thoughts against my bruised, aching arms."An Accident"
Watching from behind closed, tangible walls,
Watching you as you aim the camera to a mirror,
And shoot with a pose and a slight smile, playing on your lips.
Even though you have to endure an echoing memory,
You still find the time to pause and shoot your shot.
And I watch them as they pass.
And I watch them move and change as the days,
As the minutes, the hours, the seconds, disappear into the clouds.
I will not take responsibility for my actions.
I wil
by *DarkPhoenixIncarnate
Critique by =JosephVal
Well, what do we have here. A poem that not even the author can find meaning in. I guess that means, I get to try to find the meaning in the poem. With all of that being said, we have a nice experimental poem here, which is indeed always nice, becaus...
For Now...by *jeyminems
Critique by =Nax84
I hope that everyone takes a moment to look at this picture, not only look with your eyes but look with your heart. When I saw this it brought a tear to my eye, I wanted to just walk into the picture and bring the little boy home and give him somethi...
Critique by *DameOdessa
"Red berries" fait partie de ces clichés qui, immédiatement, fascinent et captivent. Ce qui touche en premier, c'est l'incroyable richesse des couleurs qui le composent et leur subtile harmonie qui en fait une peinture naturelle ...
Critique by =suzaku009
I think it's needless to say that you've definitely improved. Your color choices are much better, and your coloring is a lot smoother. There are still a few things you could work on. Although I know that it's your distinct style to be...
Critique by =suzaku009
Hi there! :] Beside the several things that =Lolly-the-legend pointed out, there are a couple of other things that you could look into. First of all, the hand is a tad too big for a girl her age. She looks pretty young to me, yet the hand looks lik...
Art of Forgetting-RememberingI can't seem to think straight, And it tends to make me irate.Art of Forgetting-Remembering
But neither life, nor death can make me feel As alone as I do like when you aren't near.
I'll make-believe that I see your face, And hope that soon we'll both leave this place.
No one else can know, neither angel or demon. Only us, captivated by these things which we dream in.
'Cause the Art of Forgetting is easy to do, When the only thing I think of is you.
Trying to forget is the hardest part, But I promised with you we'd make a fresh start.
We'd leave behind this fr
by =wanderingsoul777
Critique by *cyre
Sounds like your caught. But the transition from pain to poetry is amazing. Lets start out with the content. The art of Forgetting. Amazing concept my friend. Amazing, you wonder where you might go with it and then when you see it, it hits you extr...
Critique by ^kkart
I really like this that being said I feel it could also be improved The biggest thing I see and the very first thing I see when I saw the shot was that all the foliage in the shot, the trees, the leaves, all, were all over sharpened and it is creat...
skidby *stereocrash
Critique by =PhantomxTears
This has an absolutely delicious composition. The artist has chosen to give the viewer an abstracted vision. The colors unify this photo, bright combined with neutral. Interesting focus, it gives the photo greater value the way it was shot as opposed...
Critique by =SunOwl
This shot has a superb clarity and is nice scenery. I really like the way you've picked up the patches of green on the hills. The only thing I could suggest to improve a pic like this would be perhaps consider doing HDR (High Dynamic Range). ...
Critique by *Athane
You have ssome interesting photos. This one stuck out mostly because of the name. You read expecting, and the first thing that came to my mind after seing the title and the outfit was that she is expecting a cold winter...then I started to think. Cle...
Critique by =Hekame
This is a brilliant pixel piece! The edges on the parcel, should be slightly round, indicating some handling was in order The purple emote, looks a bit weird, as he isn't smiling like all the others. The shading is very well done, and as usual,...
Bounty Hunter For The FascistsShe has been sent for you. Your research in vain Will sacrifice our project, An inexorable agenda To master a race, Not of our own. That is why you must go. She will destroy all the others That are like you, CLONES, Mere matter constructed. No one wants to know. No feelings or pulses. No urges for corpses Or those who want a joke: No one will laugh For all eternity Because she stole the laughter And its stuck inside of her. No one cares to blame or hate No one cares to love or cry I know because I stole Those thiBounty Hunter For The Fascists
by *ifimissed
Critique by =JosephVal
Fourth poem of the day for you. Politics are a fun thing to write about, as long as you agree with one whose critiquing your poem (Just kidding, bad joke). Now, when it comes to poems like this, I myself cannot allow my personal opinions to interfer...
Critique by =katez-chan
I love this game. It's very cute and also very fun. The main problem I have with it, though, is that it's really frustrating to get anywhere in the story, because you die so much just trying to get to work or school. I've got seven out...
Critique by *DarkGirlDrawings
Very lovely! great in likeness of Zooey. i also enjoyed the title XD although i do knot know of the book you spoke of. When i saw the bird i was a bit confused, but i must say it is fun looking was it in the original image? and good choice of a phot...
