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So long story short: a long time ago in a land where reality sucked, I began to draw how I wanted my life to be.
Years later, I'd improved my own style and was confident enough to post them on DA. I was so nervous no one would like my art I would only hand pick my favorite pieces to be on my page.
Through encouragement (love ya Mykelle
) and persuasion, I ended up posting everything I had (that hadn't been destroyed in the flood in our house) on DA and I made a few improvements and friends along the way.
But then, an EVIL darkness called unemployment made my family move 8 times in 6 years. I lost my sense of self, any time for studying art- lost many friends, and had also discovered the school of my dreams required extra advanced placement schooling that required (AT LEAST) an extra year of high school, and I was already behind a year because of the moving around like a nomad (which really isn't cracked up to all I expected).
Needless to say, I was unhappy.
BUT!!! Dawn came 'round, and I became my own person once more. I began to slowly draw again.
My skill is rusty, needless to say, after a year long art drought. But I found something I never expected to on this journey: my love of art.
It began with loving other peoples chars, OC's, art, and stories, and grew into falling in love again with my squished-up creativity that's returning like a flood.
I'm finding it all again. And it's thanks to my friends, family, and peace tea- cuz I mean- that stuff is delish.
Thank you DA artists, and art appreciators alike, cosplayers, writers, authors, poets, feminists, LGBTQA (did I get everyone?), proud gay flag carriers (like mehself), the meek, the bold, the weak, the strong, the lovers, the fighters, the peace lovers, the broken, the rebuilt- without you all, I never would have some back- too afraid to try again.
I will return to my art like an Artist to ART!
Thank you marshmellows
Prepare to be bombarded with new art and questions- I want to improve- not for money or admiration- but for me.
I have something to prove to myself.
Years later, I'd improved my own style and was confident enough to post them on DA. I was so nervous no one would like my art I would only hand pick my favorite pieces to be on my page.
Through encouragement (love ya Mykelle
) and persuasion, I ended up posting everything I had (that hadn't been destroyed in the flood in our house) on DA and I made a few improvements and friends along the way.But then, an EVIL darkness called unemployment made my family move 8 times in 6 years. I lost my sense of self, any time for studying art- lost many friends, and had also discovered the school of my dreams required extra advanced placement schooling that required (AT LEAST) an extra year of high school, and I was already behind a year because of the moving around like a nomad (which really isn't cracked up to all I expected).
Needless to say, I was unhappy.
BUT!!! Dawn came 'round, and I became my own person once more. I began to slowly draw again.
My skill is rusty, needless to say, after a year long art drought. But I found something I never expected to on this journey: my love of art.
It began with loving other peoples chars, OC's, art, and stories, and grew into falling in love again with my squished-up creativity that's returning like a flood.
I'm finding it all again. And it's thanks to my friends, family, and peace tea- cuz I mean- that stuff is delish.
Thank you DA artists, and art appreciators alike, cosplayers, writers, authors, poets, feminists, LGBTQA (did I get everyone?), proud gay flag carriers (like mehself), the meek, the bold, the weak, the strong, the lovers, the fighters, the peace lovers, the broken, the rebuilt- without you all, I never would have some back- too afraid to try again.
I will return to my art like an Artist to ART!
Thank you marshmellows
Prepare to be bombarded with new art and questions- I want to improve- not for money or admiration- but for me.
I have something to prove to myself.
A year later:
For those of you who thought I'd died, nope I was just ninjaing it !Ninjaplz (https://www.deviantart.com/ninjaplz) for a year. This wasn't a planned hiatus, more of a funk which I'm coming out of now, it seems.
I haven't done anything particularly exciting, but my hypo-thyroidism has been very difficult, especially for the past year. It's a condition where my thyroid doesn't tell my other hormones to produce enough of well, anything. My medication has different effects for people, but for me, it hasn't done a world of good- despite my proactive approach to really focus on my health and eat better and attempt to exercise regularly. I have been riddled with migraines
Just No Dude . . . no.
So a few days ago it was my moms birthday. We went to celebrate last night, and I decided to get dressed up. Like, the works: I looked like a goddamn goddess, right? My hair was curled, makeup was flawless, skinny jeans, heels, cute top, jewelry. And I felt ready to tackle the fucking world, right?
But apparently the fates decreed 'not today'. After dinner I went to buy some smokes, and I was tired and just wanted to go in and get out. BUT NO!!
I was checked out.
And not in the "oh someone who is attractive and has a soul, I notice you" type way, NOOOOO, it was the "ooh look she has a vagina, tits, and ass" way.
Wanna be featured? Memes and Shit!
Copied: I thought this would be something fun to do as part of the DA community. So many Oc's tucked away behind all the glorious fanart. But I want to see the oc's too. ^^
RULES (read before entering!)
1. For the first 10 people who comment on this journal, I will feature one of their characters and comment on my choice. (I will go to your gallery and pick one character, you don't need to tell me which one)
2. If you comment, please do the same in your journal, and put me in the first feature slot. The idea of this is not to get a free feature, it is to spread art around for everyone!
Since I'm a basic bitch the jist of this shindig
The waves of Moe.
So I have decided that moving is a form of torture.
First of all, why anyone would trust me with precious irreplaceable things that are extremely old and fragile is a mystery to me.
Next, picking up 40+ lbs of shit being crammed into a box? OW, my back! Not to mention the bottoms fall out and crush my precious toes. I never appreciated them, but now I do. Between stubbing them on boxes, dropping boxes on them, and the never ending danger of falling with a huge box, it's enough to worry me- and my toes.
Not to mention getting rid of precious things that are associated with fond memories. I mean, my heartstrings are a l
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