Tell us what defines you as a person.
It's my upbringing that formed my set of values and believes which consequently define what I do. And each person is judged by his/her deeds, right? How did you found out about deviantART and why did you join the community?
I guess once I found an artwork of one great 3D artist on Internet and luckily it had his dA address. I came to check his gallery and was absolutely taken aback. Naturally I didn't want to miss a single update and so I created an account. Few months after I started experimenting with 3D myself, but soon realized I couldn't get enough of "creative freedom" in this medium and started making my first steps in digital painting. When and how did you discover your passion for art?
Probably that was since childhood. I just never took it seriously and never though it would become such a great passion in the future. When it actually turned into passion… I guess sometime after joining dA. When you have wonderful people around you who appreciate what you do, who are always ready to help with advice, give a meaningful critique and who can share your passion, you find yourself falling in love with art more and more until it becomes the love of your life. What inspires you the most and when do you think your creativity is at its maximum?
My inspiration is a funny thing. I jokingly call it "a coconut from an outer space". It just appears out of nowhere, hitting you on the head and your mind starts to act on its own, forming a new concept with a lightning speed. Like thousands of pieces joining together and voila, you have a new concept along with irresistible desire to paint it right now.
And my creativity is at its maximum at night, definitely at night. In the daylight the progress on the paintings is ridiculously slow and I have loads of factors to distract me, while night has some special magic when there's just me in my artistic world and nothing else. What do you think you'd be doing if you hadn't chosen this path?
Before I turned to digital painting I've been trying clothes design, photography and 3D. So I guess if I hadn't fallen in love with digital painting I would be doing some of those. Probably photography, it's my number one fave after painting. What do you think it's your most meaningful deviation and what makes it special? Does it have a story behind it?
Ah, that's definitely this one: Mommy told to burn it..
. Love has different forms and the idea was to show a very unusual one. A child always loves his mother and does what she tells to do. So what if a loving child turns out to be a dragon and his mother wants to see the ashes of the city that refused her a refuge once? Mommy told to burn it down, must obey. Do you have any insecurities regarding your art?
Sure thing. There's no such thing when an artists riches a limit and he understands – Ok, that's it, I'm the king of the world now. You never stop learning, no matter how good you are. Obviously when you only begin the number of things you find out is much bigger, but there's no full stop in this story. And naturally when I need to paint something I've never done before I don't feel sure of myself. I always postpone that part of painting as long as I can, crazily detailing all the other parts until there're nowhere to "escape". Bad habit. But the more you practice, the less insecurities you get. Did art ever helped you to deal with your life problems?
I don't think so. I mean art is what brings me joy and excitement, but I never seek for a refuge in the world of my mermaids, dragons and superheroes. When there are problems – like real serious problems – my spirits are too low to fully put my heart and soul into the painting and I just can't work in any other way. What is the one thing you always wanted to do but never got a chance to?
Are we still talking about art or I can spill out the list of my life dreams?
I believe the first option would be more appropriate. Ok, if seriously - when talking about art and things you want to try there's no such notion as "no chance", it's more "too lazy/not sure how/don't want to waste time for all the attempts… etc." If you really want to do something you seek for the ways, not excuses. Personally I've always wanted to do a little comic, but the mere thought of how much time it will take immediately puts the idea into the "maybe some other day" box. So it's just laziness, probably I don't want to do it as strong as I think. A few words for our fellow artists?
Well apart from obvious and the most important advice – being patient and practicing a lot – I would advice not being afraid of making mistakes. Make them. Only your own mistakes will give you a real understanding of how the things should be done right and why exactly it is wrong. When you start you read loads of tutorials which tell you – do this and never do that. But until you do that very forbidden "that" you won't understand why it's a bad idea to use it. Or quite on the contrary – find out that for your own style this and that trick can work just perfectly. Develop your style, don't be afraid to experiment and never stop mastering your skills. Art is a magical thing, so never stop bringing magic to people.
ColorblindI gave away my name today
and it might be a metaphor, but I think
we only remember the quietest suicides
the walls are thin enough to listen
as the angels try to scratch free;
bloodied fingernails and God says everyone
screws up, sometimes
I'm waiting for a silent night.
I only ever believed in solid ground
and depressions' tides, and sometimes,
those little wounds I nursed deep
within my vocal chords (because
my voice is dying, too)
I can see the beautiful people, now
overdosing on their own opiums of
self-acquittal and dissolution
they ran out of ways to ask for help.
I'm fragile, but my glass ribs
aren't holding much
and I'm through trying to find something
different, because it's scary to know
what exactly's the same
yesterday I was someone else and
tomorrow I'm further into inevitabilities of
who I promised I'd never be--
I'm waiting for a happy ending,
but if you love something
you let it go.
BirthUntil the ovum opened like ghost skin,
Pooled like the ocean
And poured from my mouth.
I wasn’t aware of how god-like
We sinners could easily be.
The Widow and the WeedThe Widow crouched down besides the skylight of the warehouse, watching the activity inside. Below, about twenty people worked with chemistry equipment. They were producing a drug known on the street as Nail. It had recently been introduced as a knock-off of Spike, although the high didn't last as long and it was too impure to make Benders or Venus from. However, it was cheaper than Spike, with only a slight profit being made off of it. The Canadian Syndicate, the group producing it, was giving up massive profits to undercut their competition. However, it was also increasing drug related deaths as well as theft and related crimes, and that was why the Widow was going to put a stop to it.
After a few minutes of observation, she had most of the information she needed. The men and women working were all gang members. Unlike many gangs, the Syndicate didn't enslave people to work in their drug labs, so she could attack without having to worry about harming innocents. The only person she di
IsolationBehind the smiles and laughter,
The sheer happiness displayed,
Behind all that layer of generosity,
The respect presented,
Conceals a loneliness and timidity in her façade,
All but shy, she still puts up that fake,
That false sense of being,
In the fifteen years of her life.
Although caring, and although loving,
She knows she can't find where she belongs,
And that only serves the isolation she knows is deep down
A true meaning behind her existence.
In case she wonders,
In case she hopes,
In case she wishes,
In case she even dares,
She'll in the end be separated from those
That is found as her best friend.
And even then, despite immunity to keep a forever companion,
She'll discontentedly put up her sham of a pretense,
Because she'll know she doesn't belong,
Can't search for that place where she'll fit right in,
Since she's all but a 15-year-old girl,
Too young to run,
Too young to live alone,
Too young to hide,
Too frightened to scurry from the protec
EmbraceSometimes we need to stop
analyzing the past,
to figure out precisely
how we feel,
with our mind and what we want
in our hearts,
we have to go with
Because when everything you have
you will be left with nothing
and for once, just once
we just stop
and smell the roses,
things will be different
You will be left
with your faith
and that's all you need to embrace.
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