My DeviantArt Story...

This journal is going out to my watchers. The new and the old.
This is my story, so read if you want.

In 2007, I began reading the Warriors series. I was 12 years old at the time and it was one of my favorites. I started out with just reading about cats to dragons, horses, wolves, and anything else animal and mystical I could find.

I fell in love with the anthropomorphic characteristics these characters had. And so I joined logged onto the internet and delved into some roleplaying websites. Each user had their own character with their own unique picture and I was amazed by the talents of these artists. The designs, the personality, the character themselves were just flawless. 

And that is how I found deviantArt. Not on purpose, just by clicking on links to characters' pictures on an insignificant roleplaying site.
So in November 2008, I made my own profile under the name SilverWolfSpirit3 and I began to draw. 


I admit I wasn't good. I had my struggles just like any other young preteen artist at the time.
I struggled to make friends in school so I turned to the internet. 
I found artists that I was so inspired by and I tried to befriend them. Almost all were so kind to me and I was so grateful. Each of them will never know or understand how appreciative I am for their kindness and their patience with a young 13 year old girl. 

I created Bolt, a vague figment of my imagination inspired by a random icon I found of a wolf with a lightning bolt floating around on Google. 
She was almost terminated when I took the icon I found and used it as my own here on deviantArt, and someone claimed art theft. (I'll admit, I was a very naive preteen.) I was so confused, I had no idea the icon even belonged to someone and now I was being yelled at by multiple people.

It was the hardest few weeks of my life. I didn't know that I had done anything wrong, when in fact, I had just committed one of the most scum bag things on the face of an art website without even realizing I had done so.

That is my burden to bear.

I am not perfect, nor have I ever been. My mistake will always be a mistake and I can only be grateful that it was forgiven out of pure innocence. The years went on, and I became more confident with time. 





My art slowly, very slowly, improved.
I even started a graphic novel that got no farther than 10 pages because I became so frustrated with my inconstancy and hatred for my style. 

The graphic novel is still in the works but put on major hold until I become happy with what I am creating. 








dA became a haven for me.
A safe place in the chaos of my life, where I was struggling to find myself and make friends.

dA helped me through one of the worst relationships of my life, and helped me blossom countless new ones in exchange. 

The friends I began to make on here changed me for the better, and it began to affect my art work in ways I can't describe. 
I have amazing characters and friends to get me through everything. 







I am not perfect. Nor will I ever be.

I am 19 years old now.
I have been on dA for almost 6 years, and in that time I have made some amazing and unforgettable friends and memories.

So here's my story to say 'thank you' to everyone for the unforgettable support.
Without you all, I would have left dA a long, long time ago.