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 had filled my time. I spent more time on Pixiv, inhaling the art there. Then the second thing happened: I finally woke up to realize what art was doing to me.
Art in itself is nice, but it's only for the senses. It can never satisfy. When you chase after it, you long for more and more. As you seek it, you become like the artwork you seek: lifeless, dead. Art isn't alive. It doesn't change. Sure, animation moves, but it's not unpredictable and lively like real people. Looking at art was stealing my time, hurting me physically (eyes and back, because I just sat around looking at it), and leaving me empty. I had developed unnatural cravings. What I was truly looking for I couldn't find, and that thing is life.
When you look out your window and see trees and birds and animals, you see life. Visual appearance belongs to something. It's meant to display a real, living thing. Visual appearance isn't meant to be extracted and depicted on canvasses. That's something man has done and to his own detriment.
There's a reason God says "Don't make images". As I discovered in my own life, by actively seeking them, I was, in fact, worshiping images. I valued them more than I valued the real mccoy.
With fractals, I was worshiping color and shape for their own sake. Fractals aren't of real things. They're just color and shapes. Pretty, yes, but entirely meaningless. From my point of view now, it's about the worst form of art there is. Evil in its own right? No. But it's very easy to idolize it, as I was doing, and find yourself empty.
By looking at anime, my tastes changed, and I started to value the fake cartoon characters over real people. I ended up with delusions as to how people should look, act, and by perceived as. I ended up degrading humans to merely their bodily appearance. This made it difficult to start relationships. Moreover, it left me feeling empty.
We're not supposed to stop at the surface, the appearance. God made the appearance as in invitation for us to get to know something or someone better.
So last year, I quit looking at imagery, I quit art altogether. I shared all the fractals I made and stopped making more. Since then, my tastes have returned to normal and my cravings have subsided. I checked out my Watch list notifications here and found everything... disinteresting. When I was infatuated with art, I thought all that stuff was so fascinating, but now that it's a thing of the past, the truth is more plain and I see it all for what it really is.
I don't believe art is bad or evil. We enjoy art and always will. The problem isn't the art itself. The problem is what we do with it. Are you going to spend your whole life infatuated by art, chasing it and feeling unsatisfied, or are you going to live a healthier, more balanced life, enjoying beauty as it comes?
My time on DA has come to an end. I'll leave the account open for awhile just so people can read this (and I don't have many followers, so that shouldn't take too long), but eventually, this account too will die. It'll be a bookend to the era. I learned and saw many new and interesting things. Thanks for the memories!