devious deviant

Well now. I've just joined deviantart.com and I plan to become an active seller pretty soon.

I've known about deviantart.com. for 2 or 3 years now. Syn introduced the site to me. My first impression was pretty pathetic tho. I went "Woooooooooooooowwwwww..." Hey, I never knew anyone could do art from pixels only aight?
This picture is called "Be my sunshine". I dunno who though. I remember it's a female who painted this. Yeah, she painted the whole thing. Draw and paint and all, from scratch. I never bothered to save the name of the artist. But from now on I will!!!

The graphics and talent really got to me. I practically collected hundreds of deviations (I didn't use or distributed them yehhh,they're fer personal use.) and my hard disk is like chockful of em. Very interesting stuff, some people can do.

I just find the pictures so comforting. I may not understand what the artist is trying the say, but I know that I feel when I admire the picture. Now that doesn't happen a lot. Really.

It's just that, it's so hard to express oneself these days. It's either

1. you can't
2. you won't
3. you bloody can't and won't

Dead depressing. I've gone out of my mind in hysterics when I couldn't say or do anything to alleviate my self. It wasn't a pleasant experience. Weirdly educational, but not pleasant.

This one's one of my favourites. It's called "The gremlins in the machine" by Gnomosapien.

I've already submitted 4 deviations. The 4th one is the most satisfying of all. I guess it's cause I put in so much effort in only 2 hours. It didn't end up entirely like I wanted it to be, but I submitted it anyway. I just had to finish it. I haven't been able to accomplish anything in such a long time. It feels pretty good actually. Like a burden off my chest.

I've always known growing up meant more responsibilities, but I never really believed in more headaches. = =" That wasn't very wise. I pride myself in being wise.

I recently read an old Calvin and Hobbes book. Calvin said "Childhood is short. Maturity is forever." He's so right. I trust his philosophies actually. I completely agree with him. Why on earth do I have to make my bed when I'm gna mess it up anyway?????? Sigh. Mothers. Monsters.

I wish the monsters under my bed were slimy and drooly and sarcastic. It's too bad for me my monsters are my memories. I think they're the worst monsters of all. Don't you?

This one's called "Run run run". Another anonymus one thanks to my laziness.

If only we could run from anything, everything we desired.

If only life was just as simple.

Sigh.

I hate growing up. It's so...so spiteful. I can't remember my self ever being so bitter like this. What's wrong with me.

Well, I hope my artistic inspirations continue for some time. If it comes and goes, I hope the periods are short. Wahaha. Sound so much like PMS to me.

Happy raya.