Congratulations to all of the Winners and Best of show . You all did a fantastic job with this challenge and in each deviation I can see the hard work and determination .
How long have you been on Deviant Art?
What does your username mean?
its an old nickname
Describe yourself in three words.
honest ,hardworking , artist
Are you left or right handed?
What was your first deviation?
What is your favorite type of art to create?
thus far u
drawing from magazines of models people and flower petals
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
I would use oil and acrylic
What was your first favorite?
What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?
pieces that tell a story
Who is your all-time favorite deviant artist?
I have quite a few one of them is-
I am a seed
If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?
someone from a long time ago
How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?
I meat someone here who died and he was so kind and supportive I miss him he had a huge impact on me
What are your preferred tools to create art?
pen and eraser sketchpad
What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?
during the day
What is your favourite DeviantArt memory?
my first fav and first comment
my favorite part of joining has been the positive feedback the favorites and comments
i joined because of all of the stock images and wonderful brushes
its been great and ive met a bunch of new people
from times long ago with a little helpsheer
sheer as a ghost so naked to a visible eye
so clear to see if you only try
"iam here iam here'' i cry to no avail
i sit and stand with my head in my hands
''what is so wrong with your life?'' they ask,
perplexed by the smile that lights up my face
the fakeness the phony its so out of place
i twiddle my thumbs and dig deep to get
to give them an answer i know they expect
expecting as always to hear that its fine that
life keeps on going from one day to the next
that the cycle will begin again and again
i find the old nothings wispering in my ear
its time to move on , its time to end here
mirror mirror poemmirror mirror on my wall,
i know iam not so very tall perhaps its my lack of being so determined or my own
a world on the edge of the tallest abyss falling headfoward into blackness
the plunge so deadly i can see it up ahead it gives off a warning"you're better off dead''
the crown of thorns digs deep into me
my very own obstacle i seem to be
so very different from all of the rest running to catch up being put to the test
dragging my heels deep into debt deep into something inside of my head
someplace so small but a smigin a wall how do i account for it all?