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 Mists of MayMy eyes are still; the image movesThe Mists of May by NorthWind-foxtrot229
A misty rain, too light to hear
Soft blue sky, gentle grey light
Shadowed yellow-greens; little breeze
Whispers unheard, just the seconds ticking
Noise, and yet silence
A quiet space, briefly found
Treasures like wet river rocks
Fluttering leaves; hushed breaths, captivated
Now, a distant bird call...again...again
Peace through a window
Focus from a chair
Ever since this morning; late May tranquility
Not quiet serenity;
too easy to interrupt
The clock beckons; the bird is gone
The misty rain falls on...
In the Eye of the DragonPut the stoneIn the Eye of the Dragon by SilverWynd
in the bone
is where we live
in the land with
and the desert
rains in blood,
a raven's cry
as a feather
falls like another
but there are no
carved from the dead,
were the ancestors
the Speaking Demon
down from the sky,
under the skin,
in a dream
the blind seer
out of her flesh
a crown made
for the King of Death
who sits upon
the iron throne,
there are worlds beyond worlds
inside of worlds,
within the dragon's
eye, who sees all
is not the same
us in and
out of existence.
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