How long have you been on DeviantArt?
--For five years, over the course of different accounts for various things.
What does your username mean?
--Well, my name is Michael and for about a year I, as well as some friends, was addicted to Hetalia, which is an anime. It's pretty much the only anime I've watched apart from Pokémon, and for a while we started a little roleplaying group where we chose countries from the show to RP as. I had Germany, and it's kind of stuff since, although I do have other usernames I could use.
Describe yourself in three words.
--An emotional lump
Are you left or right handed?
--Right handed
What was your first deviation?
--Blegh. Well, it would have been on my original account, which has been dead for at least 4 years now. After checking that account, this is it:
Ew. I was still in my randumb phase. I'm disgusted. My first deviation on here I'm not sure about without going through each picture and finding the oldest upload date, sadly, because I reorganized my entire gallery. Although, knowing me, it was probably a Minecraft screenshot or something that is now deleted.
What is your favourite type of art to create?
-- Digital art / graphic design / traditional charcoal
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
-- I mean, I wish I could master the ones I like now first because I'm far from it. I guess I wish I could master painting. I really love to see other people's paintings and they're always so beautiful, but I give up when I try to paint for myself because it's just not my thing.
What was your first favourite?
-- Again, you're forcing me to return to my old account, which makes me simultaneously gag and cringe. Apparently, my first favorite is in storage, so I can't actually see it. But my second favorite was a sprite done by my old friend:
. My first favorite on this account is:
, created by my friend PrussianWaffles who was also at the height of her Hetalia phase lol.
What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?
-- My friends' art as well as fanart, particularly Pokémon. I think 80% of my favorites are from PrussianWaffles again because she's my best friend, she makes hella art, she writes hella stories, and she makes fanart so like hell yeah.
Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?
-- Ahhh! For some reason, I don't watch too many people yet still, although of those who I watch I really like JellyVampire & Mewitti. Even saying that, though, I wish I could say a few more people.
If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?
-- IAmGermany8210 even though she doesn't upload much and I talk to her on Skype more than anything. Gretta is literally me and the fact that she lives on the other end of the country is one of the most depressing things in the world ever.
How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?
-- I've never had some major moment where I feel my life has changed forever, although honestly just getting a comment on something that I upload brightens my day like you wouldn't believe. Like I will smile reading a nice comment and just think about it for hours like "Wow, omg thank you so much for appreciating what I spent hours to do. I love you." Also, through DeviantArt, I sold my first piece of art to a company, so that's amazing for me.
What are your preferred tools to create art?
-- Charcoal for traditional work, Painttool Sai for digital art, & InDesign + Illustrator for graphic design.
What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?
-- Cleveland and my bedroom when I'm laying in bed with nothing to do and an idea suddenly pops in my brain.
What is your favourite DeviantArt memory?
-- Probably selling my first piece of art, honestly, especially seeing as it was one of my little drawings that I did for a friend on a whim, not expecting anything to come out of it.
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