amrgalal7

     Hey, people of DA

     Missed you like a lot Hope you're all doing well, and have enjoyed your holidays.  

     It's been a while since I've uploaded any piece of art, but my whole life has changed: 2014 was eventful. After the long-haul of the GCSE I made it to the faculty of engineering.Then I thought it was all over, and I was finally totally free now. How idiot. The study is much more difficult at college, and there's almost not enough time for assignments and revisions!  Leisure has become a luxury .

     At first I was not used to this new life, but gradually things became better, and, even more, now I'm having fun as well . Right now, I'm done with the first semester, though still having my exams running (Wish me luck ). And I think I might have a chance to take over the wheel in the second semester and manage my time. This year's resolution: getting back to the things I enjoy

     :AbandonedMelody: has asked about last year's memories and lessons. So here's a brief summary of my 2014:

Favourite reads: The kite runner, Azazeel, and the Ocean at the end of the lane.
 Favourite movies: Interstellar, Interstellar, and...Interstellar :3 (I'm yet to see The Hobbit!).
 Favourite memories: Results day, a five-day vacation with my friends, and first day at college.  
 Get to know yourself better: there're many hidden treasures lying within you. Delve deep, don't let them languish inside! Everyone stands out in an aspect or more, you just have to find out what your abilities are.
Don't lose touch with your close friends. No one is ever gonna replace them!
 Advice is not to be applied into action blindly. They'll blame you anyway. So act on your own. Listen, think, then make a decision. 
 This is sort of a cliche, but you really should enjoy your life..every.single.moment.of.it.
 Draw a smile on people's faces. This simple curve can do magic.


     I wish you a happy, wonderful, and incredibly-awesome year  

 Digital Painting:


This is by all means epic. Once my eyes fell on this masterpiece I loved it. The character is wonderful, and the background is mesmerising  

I feel lost and drifted when I look at this. The colours and technique used here are spectacular. 


I've always got something for this gorgeous piece of art  

 Traditional art:

Right, now where should I start?! The expression, the colours and the imagery here are all fabulous, making this piece my favourite in this category  



This is how a celebrity is drawn  


The colours here are splendid. I like the background very much  

 I've not read something as well wrought as this piece for a while.
  

 The imagery blew me when I first read this one



Deep. True.

Very descriptive and vivid.

Creative imagery. Flowing words.

One probably every writer will relate to.

Great impact.

The idea is innovative. The ending left me with a grin that lingered a tad.

The portrayal is formidable.

I like the imagery used here.

 Photography:

This is meaningful. There's the shackles, but then a look of rebellion makes it stand out  






The look!


I happen to like this one. The innocence and glamour in its eyes are rather amiable.


Hiding..


The look, the expression, and the colours in this work are very lovely.


 Photo-manipulation:

The combination of colours here is brilliantly done. The retouching and the blending of the model is nicely executed.


Haunting. This.is.so.damn.good.


Fascinating colours combination. This is awesome, especially to me, as I see my 3 top favourite colours in one great piece of art.


Conceptually terrific. Yet sad.


I've seen many falling angel works. But this is one gripped me the most. 


Again my favourite colours in a fantastic work.


This is a jaw dropping, breathtaking piece...Why!!  


My favourite singer manipulated charmingly in an angel like beauty  



One of the best makeup/retouching I've ever seen  


The heat of love in an exquisite piece  



A unique artwork.


The surrendering in a captivating piece.

 My personal favourite works of mine:

Mainly the colours, and hair is what I like most about this one.

The imagery.


My favourite prose.

Missed you all like A LOT . Hope you're doing well.

It's been a very long last year at school. Yet again, it's gone with its good and bad moments. I've done quite well in the exams - thank God - and now it's about 2 weeks for the results..pray for me

Anyway, now it's summer holiday , and I have some projects to do: reading, my main concern; photo-manipulations, writing - A novel is involved -, English conversation course, and a bit of social networking, since school has sort of isolated me from this planet!

So, how is it going guys?!

How are you all?

My latest works:
 
Save meUnder roaring sky, amid the angry waves,
heard her piercing cry resound from deep below.
All alone, I fight against the current.
Out in dark, but lead by ardent heart
paying not the slightest heed to
what they call 'Insanity'
Down the depths, the darkness
palls. I find my moon;
dim, the sprites
guide us back,
back to - 
light. VengeanceVitreous eyes aflame with anger:
a fiery pique -
that is no more a feeling;
it will have you encircled.
A face-off is imminent.
'There's no where to hide.'

And feature :

Digital painting:



Photo-manipulation:



Traditional art:



Literature:

DuskCrowning glory aflame,
a golden Queen
surveys
Jeweled ladies
revel in the coming
of night.<da:thumb id="195704351"/> It is the sunHard is 
the first step
towards the sun.
You cry for the light,
crave for the shadows
to hide you again.
Nobody is waiting,
no open doors
no fire to warm tired bones.
Keep going, 
wanderer,
raise your head.
On the path 
made by the rhythm 
of hundred drums.
You'll hear violin's chant,
a crescendo
through your veins.
A voice calling
from the deep,
a memory within.
Raise your head,
wanderer, it is the east,
it is the sun. The cloudmakerIt was on a particularly cloudy day that I created another life. You sprung from my hands, eager, like a lamb frolicking through a grassy meadow. An accident. I had been trying to create a tornado, but my hand must've twitched. The gray of my walls only accentuated your glowing golden form further; vaguely shaped like a human child, but not quite. A highly misleading appearance. I remember my first thought: Not another one. I'd made your kind before. It never ended well.
“Nice to meet you,” you said, sticking out your hand. “It's awfully gloomy outside.”
I shook it. “The earth looked a little dry today.”
You stood in front of my only window, a hand sliding down one of the bars. Your other went outside and caught a raindrop in your grasp. “So this is rain. Did you make it?”
“It's all I do. I've been here ever since I can remember.”
“And how long is that?”
“Longer than the amount of raindrops

Photography:

Happy New Year everyone  

May all your dreams come true



Digital painting:




Photo-manipulation:




Literature:

It's StrangeThere’s a feeling I get
when I finish reading a book—
and I don’t know how to explain it.
It’s a feeling I’m more than familiar with
at this point; yet it is one
I have never (and will never)
be able to explain.
It makes me want to cry
and laugh at the
same time.
It makes me want to keep reading
(this can’t be the end, can it?)
while making me understand
that there are no more words
meant for it.
The dictionary is useless—
there is no definition of these emotions
that burst to life every time
I turn that last page. No meaning
or explanation for it.
I feel lost and yet hopeful;
the melancholy crackle of a spine
closing shut matches the
shaky breaths that rattle from
my chest.
I don’t know what this feeling is.
Then again, I don’t think I ever want
to figure it out. Shy TruthsI spilled a cup of ocean
and opened my hands
hoping to catch the truth.
Empty seashells,
broken clams,
and a palm-full
of worn pebbles
were all I caught.
I guess
the truth
is shy. Eat'em SynopsisAt 10-years-old, Jacob Brook awoke to a foot-tall crimson-quilled demon sitting on his night stand and shaking a bottle of Pepto-Bismol chewables. The imp offered itself as Jacob's eternal servant, best friend, and side kick, if only he would give it the delectable morsels encapsulated in the eloquent pink container. In hindsight, "I don't care, Eat'em" was a bad choice of words.
A decade later, Jacob (still partnered with the sugar-addicted Eat'em) sees things others can't. When exposed to even the smallest amount of adrenaline, Jacob is able to visualize the world on an almost molecular level, which is really only a problem with keeping a steady girlfriend. That is until the day he inadvertently walks in on a man violently attacking a woman. In fact, the man is biting her. And in an act of self-defense, Jacob is forced to kill in order to keep from being killed.
Except the man doesn't stay dead. According to a short article in the local paper, what Jacob expected to be a crime scene<da:thumb id="422989959"/> Dear Lady,I thought I saw you again, for just a moment.
Arms folded just so, your head a-tilt, like my words were a lodestone.
You were like a vision to a blind man, my light in the darkness.
But just for a moment.
I guess I must have been mistaken.
I feel like Odysseus, searching these long years -
but then, that would make you Penelope.
Suddenly it’s like a veil has been lifted.
If you are Penelope, then, I…I am presumed dead.
No wonder you looked so lost, so abandoned.
I left you to fight my Trojans.
I left you to protect you! To shelter you!
But all you saw were the empty halls
The empty days that passed like blurs
What good is a golden fleece if there is no warmth left to shield?
What good the skills I’ve honed and trained so well?
I have no bow to string.
I have no heart.


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