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Beginnings
I remember the first time I opened deviantArt, I was very confused. It was my wonderful friend simoendli's profile page; she was showing me the site and telling me it was fun and I should sign up too. I remember thinking that a "forum that was made up of profiles instead of threads was totally weird". At this time, I had a myspace page (that was kinda more like a personal website, since I used the then-popular hack to hide pretty much all the default boxes, and make my own instead). It was two years before I signed up for facebook. So to me, this was a totally foreign concept, and frankly: I didn't believe in it.
It's thanks to my friend that I walk away. She nudged me about it again two weeks later, and showed me enough cool stuff for me to (somewhat reluctantly) agree to sign up.
And from there, it was only a short ways to falling deeply, irrevocably in love with the site, it's art and it's community.
(some of the older works from my friend, who also happens to be an incredible photographer, graphics artist and web designer - all though only her photography is viewable on deviantArt)
A part of something beautiful
"Where does milk come from?"When I started browsing deviantArt, I felt very much like that kid in the joke above. It wasn't that the quality of Art on the site was unlike any I had seen before - but when I had seen it before, it was printed in newspapers, on billboards, or in google search results, and it felt very much like artworks just appeared in our world through magic. By joining deviantArt, making Art suddenly became something real, something that could be done; in fact, something that was being done every day by thousands of people who were, in fact, human just like me.
"That's a dumb question. From the store of course."
It was incredible. And what's funny is: I had been to art school before then. I had done a 1-year Foundation Course a couple of years previously. But somehow or other, being on deviantArt was the first thing to really feel grand and possible at the same time.
Some of the first works I favourited included:
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(Not in chronological faving order )
Jumping in
It wasn't long until I felt like I wanted to jump in. I remember grabbing my camera and hunting around the house for things I could photograph and submit. And I quickly found a starting point; I grabbed a sculpture from off a shelf, set it up to be framed in another shelf and lit from behind through the window, and started photographing. It was my first ever submission. And I don't know if it was something about that early work, or about deviantArt, but I immediately got some feedback. I remember feeling incredibly glad and lucky when I got something like three favourites within the first day. I was hooked; I continued to make and submit things.
(All from among the first twenty or so submissions)
Different fields of Art
When I first found deviantart, I felt closest to photographic artworks. It was the medium I felt most comfortable in myself, and therefore seeing what else could be done with it fascinated me. However, it wasn't long before all the other amazing works I stumbled upon started to pull me in. Who could resist the variety, beauty and humour of the below artworks?! I couldn't.
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Friendship and Conversation
Finally, the missing chapter in my story. Without this, all the rest of deviantArt may not have been enough to make such a lasting and deep impression. Friendship. I don't know how it happened - I just found myself in conversation with all these incredible, fascinating people from all over the world, and we became friends. I have friends from other online places; in fact, the friend who first introduced me to dA I first met online, before we inexplicably and incredibly started the same school at the same time in the real world.
But I'd never found it so easy to talk to people, or conversations so deep and lovely as the one's I found on deviantArt. I think it's because everyone on here is an artist themselves, and even though dA taught me that Art is being made by humans, I retain to this day that Art itself is magical.
And so to everyone wonderful I met on this site, and those I'll still get to meet; thank you so much, and I love you all.
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Happy Birthday deviantArt!
I'm so glad you're around and I get to have you in my life. Let's have many more adventures together. I'm looking forward to it!
Stay quirky, beautiful and enthusiastic, and have another AWESOME year!
Olivia
ps. What's your deviantArt story? If you wrote one for the dA-Birthday celebration, leave me a link and I'll check it out!
Breaking my spine and other news
Well, it's been a moment. Last year was a strange one, filled with struggles and challenges and other distractions. I was hospitalized on two separate occasions last year, after having never been in 30 years. The second time was for spinal surgery after (if I want to be melodramatic) breaking my back. I didn't literally break my back; I got a herniated disc that was pressing on my spinal cord, so they went in, scraped out some of that gooey disc stuff from my spinal canal and stitched me up again. But that's a lot less striking than saying "I broke my back!", and aren't we artists known for dramatic antics? So, I broke my back, and I'm told I
Hello dA
I thought it was time to say hello again
To dream again
To roam again
What's your summer been like, or
On the other side of the world
Your winter?
I have written, pen dipped in soul
And slept, the sun on my skin
It's been wonderful
Now autumn calls and with it
The indoors
And my computer
beckon
:-)
What They Like And What They Don't
Sometimes I make something that I absolutely adore, but I know the moment I look at it when it's done that it's not going to get a lot of love from the world. And you know what? That's okay.
Because I just love it so damn much. And when you're that committed, that sure, that full of love, nothing other people say or think can even penetrate that. It's a shield and a wall and the surest protection from the cruelties of the world, because it comes from within. So, sometimes I decide not to share it at all; and sometimes I decided to share it regardless, just because I want to. And I feel a little bit like a rebel, because I'm breaking the mold
Choose Your Own Adventure
Most of the summer I've been swept up in adventure, and it was great. It's becoming autumn now, and I'm back home and back to "real life", and I am already feeling a part of me go to sleep. But I am not ready to be dulled and bored and to let time pass me by while I'm living one meaningless day after the other.
I don't know yet how I'm going to break the monotony of day-to-day life enough so I can breathe freely and stop my adventurous soul from petrifying, dying a slow death amidst long workdays and grocery shopping.
So I ask you, what do you do to stay awake?
What's your antidote to the seeping boredom that comes with routine?
How do
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