Well today's entry, being the first, i think should be about why I joined. I will explain the complex inner working's of my teenage angst filled full of bs mind. I joined deviant art to...well I don't really know why I joined. I guess I was sitting at my computer on my one day off from the hell hole of t-116, a kitchen where i work, and I desided, "Why not?".
I had seen two of my friend deviant art things and I guess iit seemed really cool. I don't think I'm going to tell them I have one though, you see I'm not really good at art. I can;t draw or paint well. I've been told I can wrtie one hell of remonce story before and some of my horror stories are puke worthy but thats about it. I guess I have an appreciation for artists though. I can see it in the drawings how hard they work. You know that kind of picture where each pencil line is confident and unwavering and you can see the radiance of each picture? Thats kind of art is the kind I like. Maybe it's not as good to some people who like at add graphics of fix things over the computer, like the eye that is a little off place or something like that but I beliebe that the first draft is always the best.
Well I guess thats all the rambelings I have for now
-Madeline