...ABOUT THIS SITE. YOU MORON!!



Well, correct me if I am wrong please, but when I first came to know about this site, its name kind of tickled me: DEVIANT ART. I thought that this was a parking lot for weirdos, a depot for all sorts of perverts, a back alley for the dregs of humanity. The forgotten ones: those who couldn't find another place to exist but in this dark niche of the Web, since The Web dictionary defines DEVIANT as:

* pervert: a person whose behaviour deviates from what is acceptable especially in sexual behaviour.
* aberrant: markedly different from an accepted norm; "aberrant behaviour"; "deviant ideas"
Okay?

Then, as I strolled amongst the pages, I discovered great images, magic concepts of beauty, bold and venturesome artists in their own right from every part of the globe, trying to connect using the language of Art, since language barriers are sometimes hard to cross.

I am home, I thought. And I joined the bunch, for I have always displayed a little deviancy in my life, even at the risk of being occasionally misunderstood by a group, as it happened when I wanted to join a Lesbian Group, since I was also into girls, I told them. The dike patrol put me back on the street and called me a pervert. The other day I was trying to explain to a male gay my theory about matching homos and lesbians. It will be the perfect match, I explained, since her inner male will find the woman trapped in him: the breakfast of champions,uh? He answered by a loud Fuck Off that scared the shit of the people at the next table, and left. I had to pay the bill.

As was saying, I set my tent here, downloaded my images and waited to see what happens next.

Who let those self righteous Christians in?
Who authorized 15 years old youth to see and to write a vitriolic criticism about my work?
What is the Academic, let alone the IQ level, of this site's moderators?
Their level of zealous idealism falls off when one comes to realize that this site goes around the world, and that the world is larger and deeper than their little, trenched Universe.

Some time ago I had to cross swords with a DA member who happens to be a staunch separatist. He argued that since we both live in the Province of Quebec I should write my comments and foot my images in French, because French is the official language of Quebec. As far as I am concerned this is not a political or religious tribune. I keep myself away from that kind of conversation. My opinions on those matters are personal.

Today I had to give hell to another local DA because he took part, without knowing the facts, in an old difference I had with a model. He just send me an insult. Doesn't he know that insult is my department? I am a zapper when it comes to exchange insults.

Then again, I didn't come here to exchange insults or to right the wrongs of my peers. I came here to make friends, and I had experienced beautiful exchanges with great people who, from remote parts of the world send me words, comments and praise about my work. More than once they have taken the liberty or asking for my consent about using or transform an image. I gladly agree, since for me is an honour to have their craft applied to my gallery.

There's a golden rule amongst artists: Praise the work of a fellow artist. Do not criticize it, for his or her work is not yet finished. It had to be left as such, waiting for the river to bring more knowledge in its stream.