I'm a random deviant. One of thousands upon thousands of users who loves to share their art, make friends, and get feedback. You've got a lot of people like me. We're all pretty much the same. There are, of course, the trolls and things, but the fact is we're all deviants, and we love you.
I'm writing this because I heard it's your eleventh birthday. Your eleventh freakin' birthday. Oh my God, deviantART, I didn't even know you were that old. I feel envious of all the long-time deviants who've been here since the site's creation. Compared to them, I'm just a greenhorn, having only been here for two years. Despite that, I'm a part of your community. And I feel the need to wish you a happy birthdayfor all the years you have served us, and for all the years we have served you.
My two years here have been some of the best of my young life. I've made a nice group of friends, and I get my art appreciated and I appreciate my friends' art. I have you to thank for the fact that I've learned all sorts of new things to apply to my technique, among other useful and/or random and unnecessary information about anything and everything.
You are a very diverse place, what with your helpful (if not somewhat amusing) forums, occasionally chaotic chatrooms, and interesting news stories. I've learned to appreciate more kinds of art, such as photography and artisan crafts. I have been changed as a person, having learned so much and gained new friends, and I have been changed as an artist, since I have grown in skill and can now impress people more deeply with my art.
I might also add that you are one hell of a drug. I can't pry myself from you. Literally. Your site to me is much, much better than Facebook or MySpace, and I think a lot of artists might agree with me on that. I guess we love you more because we have such a broad spectrum of things to enjoy and a much wider range of people to interact with on your site. Without you, deviantART, I would be incomplete. A lot of us would be incomplete. If we didn't have you, there would be a huge hole in us that only you could fill.
You make me happy, deviantART. You could entertain me forever, and I even walk with a bigger, peppier bounce in my step since I've joined your gigantic clique. Granted I've lost a lot of time for other things because I hang out at your site so much, but darn it, I love you too much to get mad at myself for that! Hopefully, as just a small contributor, I've made you and a host of other people happy, too. After all, I'm here to share my artwork and make friends. When we do that, we're all happy, right?
This letter is quite garrulous and you probably have tons of other messages to read and tons of deviations to look at. I know you're very busy, so I should end this thing since you have a crapload of other stuff to take care of. But I think I have one last thing to say before I conclude my little speech to you.
Everyone hopes that you'll be around for years to come, and that you'll be constantly evolving and improving. We all want you to be more convenient at times (oh, those chatroom bugs!) and we wish you'd fix some things about yourself, too. Of course, none of us are perfect, but while we get better, we want you to get better and more devious. You know, because we are your loving devious children.
So, in closing, I, a random deviant, wish you a very happy eleventh birthday! Thank you for supporting all us artists out there and giving us a way to connect and grow. Just as you love us, deviantART, we, your devious deviants, also love you!