The Heroic Road Back to Comic-Con
Once again, deviantART has answered the call to be a major sponsor in transforming Artists' Alley at Comic-Con International San Diego a chalice for the arts—bigger, but better, smarter, more informative, more connective and more dedicated than ever to the needs and desires of the artists who daily re-imagine and reshape our reality and dreams for the better.
If you are among the privileged ticket holders who braved the storms and seas to reach the core of the labyrinth, come to Artists' Alley, the artists’ oasis that is the liberated territory occupied and administered by deviantART and experience the rush from being washed in today’s most creative art flowing from the heart of our world.
12:15 – 1:15, Room 2 Upper Level
A letter to my Teen Self - Good Luck! Dear Teen MeA letter to my Teen Self - Good Luck!2 years ago in Adult More Like This
At this point in my life, being 20 years old, I consider myself wise enough to give you some words of advice..
It is true that you are a little akward right now, and that you don't know how to talk to people, but you have it in you, I know it. Remember how scary It was when you had to give speeches? Keep trying, they won't always come out right, but don't falter. At collage, you will be the very best at it. You will also be able to talk, and make friends, and be the asertive girl you always were on the inside.
It is okay if you don't know exactly what you want to do as an adult, or do not know what you really like. At this point, I don't know how it will turn up either. But listen to this, I followed our passion for physics, as goofy as it was for all your friends, and I am sure we picked the right career and will be great mechanical engineers, I promise you that! And believe it or not, giving speeches is something we might do every day at work!
Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me,Dear Teen Me2 years ago in Adult More Like This
Yes, you there.
You in the horn-rimmed glasses in your stupid millwheel hat. You knew you’d look totally dumb wearing that to a carnival party, didn’t you? And now you sit there hating the music, hating the people who dragged you there, hating your hair, your figure, your baggy tapered jeans and most of all your glasses. Yes, I know all that. I remember the whole damn evening, when they seemed to play nothing but Salt’n’Pepa, Rozalla and KLF. What did you think they’d play, Paul McCartney, or Elvis Costello? What did you expect the boys would do – would they suddenly notice you with that millwheel hat when they never noticed you before? I bet they noticed the hat, I’ll give you that. It's probably one of the things that makes them give you such a wide berth. Who’d snog someone who looks as if she’s ten? And be honest, do you really want to have someone shoving his tongue past your tonsils, the way they’re doing i