First of all, I have to say a thing about myself: I suck at art, in its every form. I'm good just in telling stories – I'm a decent photographer and I manage to write – but that's not art. That is about people.
Still, the point is, I love art, and when I first landed here on this alien world called deviantART, more than a year ago, I figured out it would have been the right place for that.
Contrarily to what you – my (probably) only reader – would reasonably have expected, the following deviations, apart from a few ones that means something to me, aren't photos, or stories, or bits of life. They are silly works of graphic art I've never liked. I chose them because they explain well what I got through, and how me, my way of thinking and my way of seeing and representing the world have changed.
Because when I first got here I thought this was a place for art; later I've understood that art is only the mean, and this is a place for people.
Happy birthday dA, live long and prosper.