Tell us what defines you as a person.
Don't know that there is a definition to me as a person. I've never felt like I fit in anywhere so I have a tenancy to stand on the outside looking in. Maybe that gives me a perspective that's slightly off kilter. How did you find out about deviantART and why did you join the community?
I joined about 7 years ago. My girlfriend at the time had a profile and encouraged me to join up. DA was my first real online art presence. When and how did you discover your passion for art?
Never had the "a ha! I'll be an artist!" moment. Again, I never felt like I belonged anywhere growing up. Drawing and creating was my outlet and somewhere along the way I figured out that was my connection to other people. That thing I sketched to deal with a panic attack could be given to someone who would treat it like a treasure. What inspires you the most and when do you think your creativity is at its maximum?
Nothing particularly inspires me anymore. Guess I'm in sort of a slump, but I try to think of it more as a transition. Ive done so much freelance work drawing what I think people want or just enough to get the job done that I'm a little burnt out. I'm trying to work my way out of that cycle to discover and embrace what makes my work "me". My creativity is at its best when I'm doing the opposite of creating. Something mundane allows my brain to work while still feeling productive. Even if I cant concentrate enough to actually put something together, it gives that part of the brain time to rest. When I'm ready to draw again, I'm either full of ideas or I'm running on instinct to make up time. What do you think you'd be doing if you hadn't chosen this path?
When I was younger, I would have just ended up at regular day job, excited about whatever new thing I could buy. I few years ago, though, I picked up a banjo as my very first instrument. Its just a basic tool and the teacher I found opened up the world of music to me so easily I took to it like I was born to play one. If I gave up illustration, Id be out playing banjo professionally the next day. What do you think it's your most meaningful deviation and what makes it special? Does it have a story behind it?
The Mad Hatter pic I did almost a decade ago is my most popular. Afternoon Tea
- It got a Daily Deviation shortly after I joined. It was my very first finished digital piece. I did the sketch I would base it off of years before I even had a computer. It was inspired by a lyric from a Marcy Playground song called Sherry Fraser. Its such a mellow song and I had this vision of the Hatter being very calm until he could show off to Alice again. After I drew it I decided the book he's reading is upside down. He may not have an audience, but he still not quite right. Do you have any insecurities regarding your art?
All of them. Constantly. I really struggle to value my work and trust myself. Ive been asked to live cast or record me working but it'd just be me yelling and cursing to "just make it better you idiot!". Again, I'm in that transition period, so things are improving, but it takes awhile look at my own stuff and feel anything other than disappointment and regret. Did art ever helped you to deal with your life problems?
Oh yeah. Ive already talked about how it helped me in school. I used to carry a sketch book everywhere not to capture an idea, but it was like my emergency kit. I could break that out and my world is just my head to my hand to the paper. Working professionally Ive had to abandon most of that as its a job now. I'm in a much better place mentally and physically now with my wife and just being my own person. So even if its not quite the refuge it once was, staying home, making my living as an artist is a long term satisfaction. What is the one thing you always wanted to do but never got a chance to?
Other than like time travel or moon landings there's nothing that I can't get in before I die. If I had time and my wife would let me, Id like to train for and subsequently walk the full Appalachian Trail.
Short of all that I'd like to spend an afternoon digging through a junkyard with Tom Waits. A few words for our fellow artists?
Scrape away the surface. Search for the good stuff. Encourage others to do their best.
Miss Me a littleWhen I come to the end of the line
With no sun on my back
Or green pastures at my feet
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room
I want no tears for a soul set free
Miss me a little but do not dwell for too long
And not with your head hung low
Remember all we once shared
All we experienced
Miss me a little but let me go
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone
It's all part of the cycle of our lives
A step on the road to home
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows
In memories of the times we shared
Miss me a little but let me go
Melody Black The interrogation room door opened with a bang, and I glanced up with a neutral expression. Two officers, both wearing grim expressions, took their seats in front of me. The taller, younger man held a thin yellow file in his hands.
“Miss Black,” the shorter officer started, steepling his hands together. “Do you have any idea why you’ve been brought in this evening?”
I indicated the cuffs around my wrists with a tilt of my head. “I can only assume it’s something serious.”
The younger man slipped a photo from the yellow file. “Can you confirm that this is you?”
I gave the grainy picture a cursory glance. “Well,” I replied, “it certainly looks like me.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean that, although this person bears a rather striking resemblance to me, I can say for certain it isn’t.
Professional HumanYou don't own me I'm a Professional
You don't know me I'm a Supernatural
Believe me when I say I don't aim to please
Rhyme madness with reason, in such ease
Spun webs , filled heads
Got the jump on street creds
Broke down, made you frown
Tore my favorite nightgown
But don't pity me, I will be society
Feeding off this mass anxiety
Cast Shadows on diplomas
Because you'll never own us
This one scratch, I'm feeling the itch
This one chance, I'm needing to fix
'Cause, I'm a professional ready to cope
But, I'm a supernatural who's lost all hope
I'm Poignant and reeling
Lost in this feeling
But you won't find me kneeling
Before no king or god
Before no alter or rod
Because I'm eternally me
Rather rot on a tall tree
Then let them take over, see?
I'd rather die than let it be
Because I believe we are free
Meant to be greater than we are
Meant to be more than a job or a car
So lead me down this path of corruption
Glass body, a glass cannon of destruction
The Rainbow CatcherI keep chasing the rain
With the sun on a leash
To color my life.
Autumn Is In My EyesYou can clearly watch the leaves of my youth
Shedding against the breasts of a world otherwise occupied
I'll not shy from this idea
I'll take my place in the circus and ride the merry-go-round
We somehow lost our way
Drifting against the currents day by day
There are tastes on the air that belie unbridled need
A need to be seen
A need to feed
A need to keen at a moon long since uncaring and ignoring us
Be still, my love
The winter calls us
Our hearts are surrounded in cool warning
Our souls are getting colder
I'll shelter you
My hands are more stubborn than the tides of time
I can hold back the worst of the coming winter storms
Trust in that
As I trust in you
We are but leaves, shedding in the twilight before the freeze
two birds stoned at oncecities breed-
enter the neon hive,
you'll need it
to survive here.
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