I feel the need to pour my heart out all over deviantArt. I'll try not to make it too messy.

I'm not in this reality for fame or money. Fore I am indeed fortunate to have found riches in my imagination and not in the real world. But I should start with reality in any case, as it's where we all live at the moment, and that's what some of you may care to hear about. The real world for me has been a poor and sobering place, full of distractions and self-made, self-affirmed wrongs. All I have done to this point, save for my muse, has been a failure in many peoples eyes. Do I care? No, I have been forged by my failures; They have made me who I am today.

Fate has decided to take 'this' long to make me who I am. 'Failure ingratitude' one might say. And I am today as rich in imagination as I was in my youth. This is my revelation, this is my remembered gift.

I have struggled with hiding my work in dark basements and old sketchbooks, “waiting to be discovered”. My ideas too precious to leek out, paranoid to loose my uniqueness to the net. But I have had to make an amendment to be the rich man I am today. I have had to decided that letting everyone see what I am seeing with my third eye, with eyes unclouded, is more important then what will be copied, corrupted or outright stolen here. Because of this, I am poor in money and fame. I guess I have given up most of what I own and have lost the rest in so doing. But I feel free for the first time in my life. This is my revelation, and I will never forget my gift again.