Hello, you are heartily welcomed to Cultus Aesthetici
This group is really recent, so help us to grow, please!
Cultus Aesthetici with the focus on athmospheric and beautiful art, by every trick in the book!
So please do NOT try to submit artworks that can not reach the level of the rest of the Gallery...we do NOT want any "blanc" stocklike Photos !
Please submit only aesthetic beautiful artworks! No stock photos
Do NOT forget to give credits, please!!
PLEASE SUBMIT YOUR WORKS TO THE CORRECT FOLDER !
NO STOCKs !!!
Photos: - Folder Photos: - Please only Photography / People & Portraits
Dark: Please only Digital Art / Photomanipulation and Digital Art / Mixed Media
NOT HORROR/MACABRE ART!
Emotional: Please only Digital Art / Photomanipulation and Digital Art / Mixed Media
Fantasy- Please onlyDigital Art / Photomanipulation and Digital Art / Mixed Media
SCI- FI Please only Digital Art / Photomanipulation and Digital Art / Mixed Media
Digital Beauty - Please only: Digital Art / Photomanipulation and Digital Art / Mixed Media
PEOPLE: Please only Digital Art / Photomanipulation and Digital Art / Mixed Media
Designs & Interfaces
Drawings Please only: Traditional Art / Drawings and Digital Art / Drawings
Paintings - Please only: Digital Art / Paintings & Airbrushing and Traditional Art / Paintings
Landscapes : in all media
Misc: for example -> Photos, deviantID, Customization / Desktop Screenshots / Windows, Flash / Animations, Photos, Literature / Poetry, Literature / Prose ......
Thanks a lot
With a lot of hugs
. fortune cookie messages .. fortune cookie messages .. fortune cookie messages . by Amanda-Graham
what you want
leather an lather
mirror reflects a glimmer'n light
tilt of helmet
booted and grimacing
- remembers –
' ... i'm about ... '
her loyalty and love
precision of her self-assessment
countered only by the weight
of the rocks tucked in her dress
sisters of the shadows
blurred in passing
ouuuu Clive Barker? umm errr wot about
Hemingway - dead
Plath - still dead
Pynchon - doesn't really exist
my list is long and plays like a wax-tube recording
names and places those writers and poets roamed
while I remained a child trapped by obligations
only reading, imagining, formed scenes far from home
not a come on
simply a moment of