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Deviousness `anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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Here's the caption I did for the photo:
"This photo is called the Knight, by a current artist known as Jeckham. This may not be a classical artist, or a photo of a human walking, or even walking since the horse is in full gallop. However I still decided to use it because I found such beauty in the energy in the horse's gallop and the stark contrast between the knight's livery and the dark surroundings. I found this piece of art in a website popular with modern artists like me called deviantART.com. The impact of the stallion's hooves on the floor shows the eruption of mud around the knight but his shining armor and coat gleams through it. I like to think that the mud is all the fear clawing at him and all the doubts that swim through his head. However his surcoat carries the emblems of his family reminding him that his father and his father's father experienced that same fear clawing up at them but in the end still committed to the joust and still committed to their honor. I've always liked the joust and the charge of knights. When you think about it a knights only profession was combat, and his main focus in warfare was as heavy cavalry to counter the enemy's and to smash their line's flanks to cause a rout and panic. A joust would last about a minute or so and end in a split second climax. However for that one second a Knight would practice his whole life, his entire existence revolved around those one or two minutes of concentration. All of his and his family's honor, fame, glory, reputation, and dignity laid on how well he rode his mount and how expertly he placed his lance. When you would have that pressure on you; every step you take, every shift of weight you take, would become an art form. As a knight you would practice night and day to master and perfect the art of kinesiology."