Good lord... Fourteen years has already passed since DeviantART's birth? I would've been only eight when this site first made its presence known, and to witness how much it has grown since that time, with 100s of millions of pieces published and several careers launched... It fascinates and inspires me to keep delivering for your amusement.
But enough of my toast... Good evening all, my name's David Nicholas, call me AussieDidge, and this is my DeviantART story.
To sum up in a few words what the past twenty-six months have been like on this site, I'd say it's been one helluva ride with experimenting, friendship, occasional tiffs, and an ever-widening appreciation for artwork of all different forms from millions of different people.
Through sites like this, and the talents of so many, I discovered so many different takes on art forms such as cosplay, sculpting, animation, painting, poetry and what have you, To see first-hand the opinions, skills and expressions of so many has truly opened my mind to new possibilities, which I can only hope to take on soon enough.
Rewinding the clock back to mid-2012, when I was halfway through my first year at university, I tried hard to fit into a niche with many random works including, without question, an extremely shitty portrait of myself.
There was nothing left untouched; I created Photoshop patterns (which were received really well) and pauses for thought, modified skins for The Sims 2, various forms of poetry, and so much more... Perhaps to little avail.
Speaking of which, allow me to present some of my favourites:
First, a bit of schadenfreude on my behalf; feel free to laugh at my expense.
My very first piece, a "portrait" of myself, and the absolute proof I needed that I'd make a better writer (or anything else for that matter).
I've taken a lot of pride in my modified skins, and these two are my personal favourites. With a bunch of new patterns, brushes, and downloadable tools on my side, I got to work creating double vision with Kara Zor-El's good and evil sides. Works like these motivated me to continue playing around with Photoshop, a wonderful program with a lot of potential.
Primitive? Yes, absolutely. But there are certain nuggets of knowledge that have totally blown my mind, and I feel that once I get into the animation and videography aspect of art, I'll be presenting a much better graphic soon enough.
Just a sample of my Photoshop patterns from a long ways back (Saving images and defining them as patterns was a doozy!) Definitely among my best-received work, if not for style at least absolutely for being practical. I know many people who've used these FREE patterns to help them out... Perhaps you've got something in mind too?
Almost one year ago, I took on the trip of a lifetime to continue my studies, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Alaska represented many things for me; looking after myself, exploring out of my comfort zone, forming friendships and essentially, becoming a man. A small sample of my trip, and my growing love for photography.
Same deal, just right here at home, in the Land Down Under.
A Tribute to Tony ThomasA Tribute to Tony Thomas, by David Nicholas
As splendid a person as one will ever meet
Barmy and bonzer, he’s a package complete
Consider his life story and the man he’s become
Dealt a harsh fate since birth, and then some
Early in childhood he lost the family dream
Forced into a youth home, through trials extreme
Gone through hell, drifting in the breeze
Hard drink and no work kept him on his knees
In retrospect, life’s cruelty made him strong
Judged from that day to make right from wrong
Knuckled down hard and really gave it a slog
Life turned ‘round quick when he quit the grog
Married and blessed with kids, lifelong career in hand
No rock star clearly, but damn that story’s grand
Often you hear me poeticise people to revere
Papa’s one of them, this old man I hold dear
Quirky as they come, with queer sense of humour
Rich with knowledge, this bright baby boomer
Sincere stories to share, if you can lend an ear
This from a man who strived throu
A Short Story Through Limericks...I'm having an art block, you see,
An unpleasant feeling, oh definitely,
So what to do,
but sit and stew,
While hoping my mind comes back to me.
There's been plenty of comment-bombs,
With helpings of reckless aplomb,
But my brain begins fading,
Talk about degrading,
Do I have to scream out for Mom?
I've had several sleepless nights,
Despite turning out the lights,
My mind is awake,
Oh, for fuck's sake!
What must I do to sleep right?
I walk around feeling half-dead,
Sluggish and slow, eyes bright red,
Forget all your doubts,
For I am about,
Ready to find myself a better bed!
So that was my story to tell,
I hope you enjoyed my personal hell,
Of my own creation,
I wish you Godspeed, and farewell...
The ABCs of Reality TV Amazing Race, the grand journey ‘round Planet Earth,
Where contestants proved their mettle and worth
Spanning countries, land masses & thousands of miles,
With a million-dollar prize making it worthwhile.
Beauty & The Geek, this is no Disney classic,
In truth the premise can be rather tragic
Brainless beauties paired with the awkwardly astute
To compete and win; as losers got the boot.
Celebrity Splash, such a steaming pile of drivel,
Be warned from here, your brain cells will shrivel
The program was literally celebs taking the dive
Further into obscurity anyway, as this didn’t thrive.
Dancing with the Stars, well I do beg your pardon
Shall we tango, waltz, and samba into stardom?
If that doesn’t make sense, then you have my assertion
That you’re actually a rational & normal person!
Eurovision, the annual global singing contest,
Where people sang with such incredible zest
Celine Dion & ABBA are considered musical pioneers
But it was right here where they
The ABCs of Supers Andromeda, some folks call her Laurel Gand,
A Legionaire with the heart to take a stand
With unique fashion sense and powers of a god,
She ensured villains couldn’t run roughshod.
Batman, come on, who doesn’t know this guy?
This most disciplined and well-trained private eye
With peak physical prowess; and laundry list of skills,
His adventures made our hearts stand still.
Captain Marvel, let me give it to you straight,
His powers exceed our dreams, allow me to illuminate
Wisdom of Soloman, power of Zeus and speed of Mercury,
The stamina of Atlas, courage of Achilles, and strength of Hercules.
Deadpool, the mercenary with such incredible gall,
Is a frequent violator of the sacred fourth wall
With martial arts, swords, guns, and a sack of gags,
He would belittle his foes and brand them punching bags.
Elastigirl, equal parts super woman and model mum,
With acumen above all, kicked ass and then some
Able to reshape her body, take charge, and fly planes
She succeeded in
Depression...Depression, by David Nicholas…
“I’m fine,” the grieved yells
Feigned smile hides a world of angst
Dark thoughts have surfaced
Empty and soulless
Physically and mentally
Life grows bleak and cold
So ask this question
Come the ninth month or sometime
“Are you okay, friend?”
Time...Time, by David Nicholas...
What a strange concept
Saved, spent, wasted and waited
Taken for granted
It waits for no-one
Slows for one, sprints quick for some
As both friend and foe
The clock shall rush forward
As hours, days and years pass
Life ends; starts anew
To Succeed Or To Fail...To Succeed Or To Fail, by David Nicholas...
Goes hand in hand with success
Only fools would pass
But then we fail once
Self-doubt, self-hate and regret
Plagues mind and body
You succeed once more
Blood, sweat and tears left behind
But hard work paid well
Failing gripped you twice
Self-doubt replaced by growing
The struggles give way
To one who fights for success
Be proud of that fact
Support’s always there
If you persist in failing
People have your back
Rising to your peak
Proves your will, desire and urge
To leave prints on Earth
And if you cannot
Win; just have the attitude
To keep persisting
When all’s said and done
To win or lose is simply
SleepSleep, by David Nicholas...
Man’s end to tough days
Yet for those dead or at peace
We sleep; pictures form
A thousand random thoughts
Play like old film reels
These lucid, wacky
Dreams possess our minds and hearts
… Or corrupt nightmares
That said, naps don’t fail
To keep us ready and primed
Take them when you can
You’ve earned this respite
‘Till dawn rises again, so
Good night and sweet dreams!
In Memoriam of My MotherIn Memoriam of My Mother, by David Nicholas
All gather round and I’ll give you some ideas
‘Bout a fiery, buxom maid God named Maria
Cooks with great gusto, to produce real gems
Dare I say it, she’s the chef’s crème de la crème
Eager with advice more useful than tarot
Forever makes sure we’re on the straight and narrow
Goes through hell to help, to keep us all smiles
Has a knack for bargaining, and thrifty styles
I truly am thankful to have her be my guide
Judicious and just, she took discipline in stride
Keenly dealt inspired ways to keep me in line
Loved spoiling me too; she struck a balance fine
Made sure she helped me control my attitude
No words will ever express my sheer gratitude
Only saints could be so resolved and serene
Perhaps she’s a woman who’s few and far between
Quite heavy though my praise is, I’ll never deny
Rarely times pass where we don’t see eye-to-eye
Stubborn and steadfast, she insists on be
Social Networking... Social networking
Facebook, Myspace and Twitter
Are they worth my time?
There's no denying
The absolute potential
Of those sites above.
But lately I've felt,
Why am I wasting my time
With Facebook's bullshit?
My typical week
Regarding status updates
Goes something like this:
Like if you do this!
Selfies, YOLO, and of course,
Four Pictures, One Word.
And let's not forget,
Being endlessly harassed by
Stranger's game requests.
Worthless hate pages,
Litter Facebook's dark corners,
They don't achieve shit.
Don't get me wrong, folks
My friends and loved family
Use that site as well.
I'm done complaining
Let's move onto the next two
Myspace and Twitter.
Once popular, now,
An irrelevant relic,
Myspace to a tee.
Many years ago,
I had a Myspace account
It was great back then.
But things changed for worse
Hundreds of damn game requests
Littered my mailbox.
I kept helping out
But the addiction grew strong
'Til I quit for good.
Thinking to back then,
With the power of hind-sight
My grandfather had a passion for poetry before he passed away, and eventually because of my love of words I took on that same passion as well. Forgive me for the large sample but I firmly believe I'm destined to become a writer eventually. Maybe not the next two years, or even twenty years, but I simply love writing too much to let it go. Hopefully you enjoy these, and if you do, I've got a whole folder dedicated to them.
Finally, and my deepest thanks if you stuck around for so long, I vowed to fill a void when I noticed a glaring lack of feedback and general engagement on the artworks I came to love.
I loved being honest with people, loved expressing my thoughts on their work and most definitely, loved hearing their replies and getting into conversations with talented artists. Sure, I had occasional arguments with certain folks, but that also helped me grow and develop really well from a social aspect.
At the end of the day, I have learned so much, and opened my mind to entire new worlds in little over two years, and I hope that I'll be here when DA's 20th anniversary comes rolling around. Thanks to all of you for making my stay so wonderful, and thank you to the staff and crew of DA for just doing your thing. Here's to many more years of art and application!
With love and respect,
David Nicholas (AussieDidge)