Deviant Artist, that is.

I've posted some of my origami works up on the site. Many of them you long(er) time readers have already seen. Many of them are also on my Photobucket album as well.

Why DeviantArt? I guess it's looking for like interests. DA is organized by medium, so this stuff ends up with a bunch of other paper crafters. Most of them are origami fan of the fanatic sort, doing things such as folding cranes out of 1mm square paper, or folding koi out of dollar bills such that the whorls become the eyes, etc.

In other words, it's a chance to see others who share this interested and to comment on their work. Oh, and to be seen and commented upon, of course.

I've come to the realization that my life is often times fueled by the want for recognition. No, this is not a plea to "please comment." It's more a shared realization, the sort of quiet statement made while staring at some point between our shoes while sitting in uncomfortable silence.

It's sort of sad, seeing in the mirror how shallow I can be. I don't want to be a leader. I want to be a teacher, someone blessed with the knowledge (or illusion) that my acts and artifacts will outlive me, if only by mere years until they become as irrelevant, too.

Yes, I want to better others. I want to contribute to the pool of shared experience. I want to help make this place a slightly better place as I benefit from others before me who did the same. I want very much to know that others will find comfort in things I touched, even if they know not who to thank.

But I also want to be noticed. Like so many other people, I yearn for it. At work, I strive for it, though in frustrated silence. At home, I mull my solitude, the fact the closest of my few friends are no less than a dozen miles away. Online, I am blessed with you all, and especially those who gift me with their time in IM, email and phone conversations. It makes life truly worth living.