Way back in the day, a guy I was dating said "Hey, you should check out this young artist on this page!" It was his page, of course. To be supportive, I opened up an account, so I could comment on his work. Then I moved away for university. This was 2004. I thought, hey, maybe I should draw something and he'll send me feedback. And so I started drawing, on my first account LittleDark1
. As you can tell from both the name and the art, I was going through an emo/goth phase
(Can you tell I was watching Hellsing
at the time?)
I don't know how exactly I came upon the idea of trying photomanipulation, but the first time I did was after being at a Nightwish concert.
I would like to point out that I didn't know about masking then, so all of this was done with an eraser tool and then a looooooooot of blurring around the edges. I would like to think that I've made some progress over the years.
After this, things started to get complicated. Doing art was never supported in my house, regardless of quality. After a while I just stopped doing it. I couldn't take the sneaking around, like I was doing something shameful. School went south, along with my health and I didn't feel like making things anymore. I'd doodle stick figures in the corners of my notebooks, but that's it. I was hiding from dA. I had nothing to contribute.
I don't know when it started getting better, but it did. Maybe through the power of modern medicine or whathaveyou, but it did start getting better. I took a sewing class. I thought "Hey, that's practical, I should learn." Thing is, making clothes was too much effort, kneeling on the floor, copying patterns, first on paper, then on fabric, then ironing, then Tesla-knows-what! No, I wanted to make toys. And a perfect opportunity came in the shape of a brick of meat! Super Meat Boy was a game my then-friend (now bf) talked about constantly. "I could make him a plushie!", I thought. Sure, he's a grown man, but he's a geek, like me, he'll like it. And so I set to work. There was more skulduggery because "crafts are a waste of time". Like Frankenstein's monster, my plushie was assembled under the cover of darkness, my terrible, yet so satisfying experiment.
I was on an incredible high and wanted to keep going. To keep making. But bad things weighed me down. If you look at my old gallery... It isn't exactly filled with happy images. I decided to risk it, lose my previous watchers, who had been so supportive for the first four years of my dA life, and start a new account. And so here we are. This is where I make things that make me happy. I discovered Illustrator along the way and started working on making my drawings digital. Here's a little review of my drawing progress:
I miss my old account, from time to time. Mostly because I got much more feedback there than I do here. But I wouldn't change my decision to move. There are good things still to come. Thanks, dA, and happy birthday!