Hi to all who read this! My name is Arturo(do I speak Spanish why YES I do!:3), and today I started my own profile here in Deviantart which has gotten pretty exited. First things first, I like to draw as a hobby so I might not draw often but will definitely do so. There are so many things I want to draw, nice, detailed, and maybe even nauuuuughty stuff (woohoo, the possibilities!). Ok, so umm... Oh I know, If anypony asks about the title of this journal here is the truth behind it! Long ago in the southern tribal region of Bryan, Texas... err hehe ok that was dumb but I couldn't help it. Anyways a few years ago back in highschool I used to draw alot, in fact for my enjoyment(obviously) and those were worryless days when I could just sit back and not care about alot of thing and just draw. BUUUT, when I ascended(maybe not the best word to decribe it but I like how it sounds) to the 11th grade things started to shade into a very dark color... Suddenly I had to think about my future in a very rushed manner, I simply couldn't just sit and relax anymore which all later turned to stress. I remember drawing was one of the few things that helped me relax until I met my art teacher(I hadn't taken an art class until the stated highschool year, why? IDK ). She was umm, how should I put it... VERY enthusiastic about my amateur talent of drawing! I first i thought, "meh, she's probably going to help me boost my skills as an artist YAY!" She did try this but in a very obnoxious way though, she asked me to stay afterschool to do finish artworks that I had not completed. There was nothing to worry about until one day... After this came the unwanted participation in a art show at school. I was fine with it at first but my teacher started to rush through many thing such as shading and coloring, up to the point where I was feeling as if my hobby had turned into a chore. When it suddenly happened... after my teacher rushed me into finishing my artworks for the show I had fellt a bit of uneasyness in my talent. But do not take this the wrong way I loved drawing as much as I loved video games(which means alot). The passion of creating somthing out of your imagination and giving life. That was how I felt about drawing, but after the show was over I felt as if that had been taken away from me. After the year was over and I had passed my art class I felt that most of the work I had done had been out of profit. Most of my artworks were made to satisfy my teacher and not because I was enjoying them. And so the spark that had being lit for so long which was my passion for drawing had been turned into nothing more than a grade for my art class. I just didn't the desire for drawing and instead of drawing I wrote. I had become a bit of a poet and now enjoyed writing essays as an senior in my hghschool which didn't really chande much up to today. But as for my drawing talent? Well, it just sat in my mind while fading away... BUUUUUT(here comes the reason for the tittle!), a few years after that my mind came into exposure with a very peculiar show(my profile picture says it all!). This show was really well animated, was funny and I felt as if the characters were so alive that I could imagine them as real beings. All this blasted an enormous, shocking, trilling, BURNING hole into my heart that was instantly filled with yet again a burning passion that forced me to pick up a pencil once more and draw to my heart's content!!! I once more wanted to create, to give life, to give physical shape to my imagination! AND THAT IS HOW THE CITY OF BRYAN WAS MADE!(Haha sorry I about that, couldn't help it teehee!:3) Anyways now I'm here ready to draw to my heart's desires! Wow that was long, and finaly to end this all I'll say is... I'll draw soon! :3