We are a group focused on shamanic arts and crafts.
What is Shamanism/Chamanism?
Simply put, it is a wide range of practices, beliefs and rituals regarding communication with the realm of spirits.
What can be submitted to the group?
The groups supports all forms of art and craft falling under the group's theme: Spirituality, magic, nature.
Members may submit up to 1 artwork per week, Contributors may submit up to 1 artwork per day.
Please try to submit into the correct folder! If you are not sure, please post your work in Waiting List and leave it to admins.
Nudity and "mature" artwork are accepted, but not explicit content. Keep it decent.
This group doesn't have a strict quality control, however, please submit only finished artwork: No WIPs, no sketches or poorly scanned works.
Featured folder is reserved for the best artwork submitted to the group chosen by the admins. Please don't submit works to this folder on your own.
If your work is declined, please don't feel discouraged. You may note the group or one of the admins.
The Sun and The MoonSoft curvesThe Sun and The Moon by SilverWynd
of the night,
like the running
of rare white stags.
hold on to,
the sun and
So How Do I Know It's Love?So How Do I Know It's Love?So How Do I Know It's Love? by EclipticSnowLeopard
The galaxy in your eyes
always seems to shine just too bright
Too far away
To ever reach
But when you're gone
The constellations don't seem to light
The flame in all of the candles die
Even the moon and the sun won't rise,
At least not for me. I can't see it.
The only light that mattered was the one in your eyes.
I can't help but see the glass half-empty where it was supposed to be half-full.
Waiting used to feel exciting, now it's just an endless void to call home.
I stop noticing details, colors.
I start forgetting places, names, because nothing seems important any more.
When you're not here every day feels like forever,
But when you're here, time seems to stand still,
I feel like I'm floating,
I feel like there's this magnetic wave, an invisible string,
Holding me to you.... But I barely know you at all.
I've always held my own firm opinions, but with you, all of the differences in thought,
all of a sudden don't matter, and I find
The HealingThere was a manThe Healing by SilverWynd
who walked beneath
the shadow of a hawk,
he travelled the road alone
lost within sorrow,
it weighed heavy in his heart,
grief clouded his eyes.
He followed the path
guided by the bird of spirit
that appears within his dreams,
an offered feather of hope
lightens his despair.
There was a vision
of a woman with
hands that can heal,
she waits in the mountains
for the one who lost
his soul long ago.
He was on a journey
to find what he never
understood he was searching
for, but when she touched him,
it reached past all the pain.
The pieces of himself he
thought missing were called
back home and slowly he
was made whole.
The woman no longer waited
alone in the mountains
and a man was no more
haunted by the shadow
of a hawk, but it lived
within him in the scar over
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