Today marks the 10th anniversary of my first attempt at creating content for the internet. Only Two days before my actual birthday, I’ve always considered as the day I was “born” as an internet artist.
I still remember the feeling of excitement while sharing a poorly drawn scan, because at the time, I thought I had just made the funniest thing ever and you were going to love it… only to immediately realize that things weren’t that simple and that I needed to push myself beyond what I had experienced until then.
Colorized English version (With help of Google translate), Uploaded November 30th, 2009
It sure hasn’t been all fun and games, but it’s been quite an experience.
During this decade I’ve met some wonderful people, but I’ve also had to say goodbye, I’ve got pretty sick, I’ve overcame my fears (And created new ones), I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, I’ve loved, I’ve lost, I learned proper ways to do digital art, I’ve refined my second language (Not free of mistakes here and there), I’ve discovered options to financially sustain my artistic labors, I’ve been outright banned or suspended for my art, I’ve left Newgrounds and came back, I’ve failed after succeeding, but I’ve also succeeded after massive failures.
Any regrets? Yes. I regret that many times I let fear dictate what my actions would be, afraid to try something out my comfort zones, Afraid of the future, hypothetical outcomes, afraid of losing what little I had achieved. While yes, some of those bad outcomes could’ve easily happen, most the times, that wasn’t the case.
I’m bit disappointed at myself and my artistic choices for not creating anything of a cultural significance, or something particularly memorable that could be enjoyed beyond a particular moment, and after all this time, still not being able to connect with you through my ideas as I intended… after all, I called myself “Linker” for a reason.
Yet, looking back, I don’t regret the path I took. I already know what the other path had for me, and let me tell you, I didn’t miss anything.
A wise man said to me around that time, that, just because I loved what I do, that wouldn’t make my goals any easier to achieve, and he was right… there’s still a long way for me to go.
Where will this next decade take me? I don’t know yet, and while my spirit is not as the high point it was when I started this journey, I’m still not ready to quit.
Thank you for being around and making my silly dream a reality.