Atrasylvania

How DeviantArt saved my life (literally, not in the sense of keeping me from harming myself) ...

Without identifying myself, putting myself or anyone else (who doesn't want or deserve it) in danger ...

I was in a very bad situation, and through my photography, I was able to meet someone who helped me escape.

I've had lots of long absences from my page. It really has served its purpose, but it still feels like a home to me somehow. It was the door I built, my door to the world.

Before my escape, I never had the chance to be myself openly, nor to truly discover and know myself. Now I somewhat do, better than before, anyway. I'm not really "an artist" in my soul. It's just that art was the only thing I could do in that situation.

But I really like the door I built, and I come back to polish and decorate sometimes.