Years ago, when I joined DeviantArt, it was an entirely different place, a different attitude, a central place of art where amateurs and pros mingled. I was excited to join. I discovered tons of artwork that interested me. But when your captivated in the moment, the truth can be hard to see. Many people have noted the changes in DA and have already exhaustively listed those reasons, so there's no need to rant on those. However, my tale is a bit different. When I said "captivated in the moment", I'm referring to that era of mine where I was both an artist and virtually inhaling art. I looked at thousands of images, collecting a few hundred, and taking only seconds to enjoy each one before moving on to the next. I couldn't see enough. I became starved for more. This went on endlessly. I became jealous of other's works and wanted to make equally interesting art. Then a couple things happened. First, I stopped going to DA. I was, in a sense, cut off from the source of fractal art that