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.
Lunar EclipseI watched your dying light,Lunar Eclipse by SilverWynd
like the Phoenix
consumed by its own
As the shadows pass
it seems at last
Hati has swallowed you
and you slumber in the
belly of the beast.
Like a waking eye,
the darkness slowly
starts to lift,
seemingly winking at first
with arcane knowledge
and secrets untold,
you have moved
and are now reborn.
your new plumage
the sky, and I feel
lost within your hypnotic
pull, I would bathe
The Eyes that Watch, and the Lips that SingIn splendid sun and snowy-crowned,The Eyes that Watch, and the Lips that Sing by TwaRavenMotifs
The shadows of the wood licking at quiet heels,
Dark eyes softly watching from the edge of tall trees
Listen to the church bells ring the solemn hour.
The afternoon lays low, winter light silver and cold,
And the frosted breath of the living
Dance of notes of worship.
There, standing where the wild things are,
Perplexed and perked of velvet ears,
A face neither womanly nor mannish
Lifts eyes to the spire of the looming church.
The roll of sacred Latin
Is both foreign and familiar,
Sung high in the morning
And a lullaby when nighttime embraces.
Xe hums, wordless, to the tune of their God
And the birds raise their voices high;
They know not the music most divine,
But they too join the choir,
And the congregation gathered within.
They would not recognize xem,
Not after all these years,
But some swear they hear a voice
That is and isn't their own
All at the same time.
It is a fickle thing, memory -
Those who forget sometimes never truly,
And those that re
Love SpellI carved your nameLove Spell by SilverWynd
a swath cut from my rib,
with my blood,
from my flesh
I would bind your soul.
Beneath the midnight bloom
I call upon the Witching spirits,
bury my offering in the soil,
blessed by the Goddess of Love.
Watch the candles burn,
dancing in the flames,
burn a lock of my hair
the essence of self
rising with the smoke,
you will inhale
Beneath the midnight bloom
I call upon the Witching spirits.
chanting to the Four Winds,
weaving strands of air
around your heart.
I drink the
the silver chalice,
three drops of your blood,
touched upon my lips,
our life flowing
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
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