|This is the Featured Folder, a collection of our artists' best work. Feel free to browse through the others as well.|
|Hi there, these are all the rules I would like every deviant here to follow: |
First of all, you must be a Gorillaz fan to join. If there are any problems with joining for submitting, please comment or note one of the administrators.
Please only submit your Gorillaz artwork to the correct folder. If you think we may be missing one or are confused by them, please ask by leaving a comment or noting us. (Please do not submit mature content or writing in the Featured folder.)
OCs can go into the Other folder and if there are two or more band members in the picture, please put them in the Band Members folder. Any Damon Albarn or Jamie Hewlett art can go into the Other folder as well. The same goes for any drawings inspired by Gorillaz art or music.
If you have a person outside of Gorillaz with a band member, you can put the picture in the band members' folder.
Make sure you contribute your art and be an active member of this group. There will (hopefully) be contests held throughout, depending on if this group is active.
Get the word out there. If you know a really good Gorillaz artist or cosplayer and you think they'd like to be with us, write a comment saying who it is and we'd be very grateful. If you also know another group related to Gorillaz, Damon Albarn, or Jamie Hewlett, and you would like them to affiliate with us, please leave a comment with what that group is.
This group is pretty small right now compared to others but I assure you that with your help, we can work together to make it successful!
Chapter Two: Just A FormalityThe doctor glanced over to his wall filled with painting of different canvas sizes and said, “Yes, I do enjoy fine art. Thank you for noticing! There’s a certain raw beauty to it that modern painters often fail to recreate. I always wanted to be an artist myself, but it’ll be a long time before I can call myself that. I often say that patients are my canvas but my job is more about restoration, obviously. I look at the damage human minds and bring then back to their former beauty…” He paused and brushed his oily fringe out his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m probably boring you…”Chapter Two: Just A Formality by InsomniacFlaaffy
He wrung his hands together in anxiousness and started out the window next to him. “No, it’s not that. It’s just…” His eyes made contact with the doctor’s mismatch eyes. “It’s been a difficult couple of days. I’d really like to go home.”
“Of course, and go home you will!” The doctor open
Kong. Under New Management 2.Stepping down from the Winnebago, the young man pops the last piece of toast into his mouth and listens to the quiet drip of water that is coming at him from the corners of the room. Another one, much closer, seems to be overhead. So he looks up into the dark recesses, where the pipes for the air-conditioning run in straight lines around the walls, dissecting the room and adding an element of roundness to the sharp boxed corners and edges. Opening the bottle of rum that he's brought with him, he steps down from the wagon and moves to shut the door behind him. When suddenly he hears a sharp tap tap tap sound and turns his head in its direction. Pausing to listen for a moment, the repetitious noise echoes loudly and more persistently. Stopping periodically then starting up again, as though the noise's creator is desperate to attract someone's attention. Finally pulling the door closed and taking a swig from the bottle. Kyle walks towards the noise, guessing that it's coming from the largKong. Under New Management 2. by Spyder-Cross
Kong. Under New Management.The taxi comes to a stop at the bottom of the hill and the driver orders the young man in the back seat out. Then ramming the car into park, he climbs out himself, pressing the button to open the boot. Pulling his bags from the compartment and slamming the lid closed, with barely a look in the kid's direction he snatches the money from his hand, then jumps back in the vehicle and shuts the door. A little confused by this the kid grabs the handle of his case and steps back, moving towards the drivers side door to ask, when the car suddenly lurches backwards, turns around and speeds off in the direction that it had come. Blinking at this in surprise, the kid looks around, then up the road towards the dark domed building just visible against the stormy coloured sky. With nothing left to say or do to change the situation, aside from walk the rest of the way. The young man shrugs it off and extending the handle of his wheeled case, he starts on his way, entering the graveyard with just a hiKong. Under New Management. by Spyder-Cross
Cosplaying.Cosplaying. by Spyder-Cross
“You want to do what?” Murdoc's voice reverberates around Point Nemo, sending gulls screeching into the sky in fear. He stares at the cybernetic being standing in front of him then flicks his eyes to the brochure that she is pointing to, before standing up much straighter and snatching it from Cyborg Noodle's hand.
“I saw it on a notice board when you were doing an interview and complaining about that All Bran person Master,” she explains, watching him read it.
“Albarn, but the feeling's mutual believe me,” the bassist grumbles.
“Of course. So may I?” the cyborg asks pleasantly and grins at him, just a little too wide. He looks up from the pamphlet at her and shudders, then sighs and continues on into the kitchen.
“I'll think about it,” he grunts and clips 2D's ear on the way past.
“What the Hell bruv!” Stuart snaps and rubs his head, then flinches when Cyborg Noodle passes, just in case she is about to hit him as
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