Hello there! I haven't been active here for a long time, but I think it's still a good time to celebrate my 10th anniversary on Deviantart. This time by celebrating I don't mean a big party with cake and awesome-stupid hats, but rather a time of reflections. Don't worry, I'll try to keep them short and clear, although there are 10 000 thoughts (or even more) flouting in my head right now. Lately I just realised how much I need my art and how much I love my art. Earlier I thought I should practice like a professional artist before creating anything. Unfortunately, I was too lazy or uninspired to do that, so I drew less, I had an artblock, I wasn't happy with my art at all. I thought that most part of my imagination is a really childish thing so I should push it off (well, I'm an adult, I'm not a kid anymore, blah blah). Today I see wonderfulness of this childish perspective - it allows me to dip into another reality and feel colors, emotions, thoughts, events, etc. through my art.