i used to think i was an artist. i used to think i was an art fart trapped in a business dude's body, that i was artistically inclined, and that being in a business management course was just a way for me to appease everyone around me. i was known as an artsy guy back in grade school; in high school, i was the musician, the guitar boy, the rock star. that was what defined me, and a part of that still lingers.

i don't think i'm an artist anymore. maybe i lost touch with that part of me, but i pride myself more now in being an entrepreneur. so, yeah, while i like art and all that jazz, i still do not have enough drive to pursue it wholeheartedly. besides, i happened to like earning money. i'd like to be rich someday.

i've decided to make art my hobby. i'll draw occasionally, but not often enough to make it an obsession. can i earn money from art? of course i can! i just don't think i'll ever make it my profession. besides, being an artist nowadays means having to use the computer for art. you see, i'm not really a fan of digital art. nowadays i see a lot of photoshop art. i never did like it, this hodgepodge of filters and layers our generation calls art nowadays. sorry. i'm too old school when it comes to visuals, really; guess i was trained that way. music, well, that's a completely different story. but art, no. ok, comics are an exception. i've always liked drawing since i was a kid. did i just contradict myself? what the fuck am i talking abooooout.

so hello, deviantArt. i tried resisting you for a while, but here i am, finally succumbing to you on the summer of 2007. i'm finally acknowledging that artist in me. oh, and hello to you too, my artistic side. haven't seen you in a long while.