I used to be quite vocal when it came to art and the motivations that drive us to create it. I more or less mellowed out in my old age, allowing my own eyes to glaze over when such things like Artistic skill vs Artistic talent are flinged back and forth at everyone. I turned a blind eye and a deaf ear to the Certified Artist grumbling that has been going on, and idly scritched my butt at the bashing of neophite artists applying their craft and wanting at least a little feedback for their efforts. You would think that all this would have left me a very cynical old hack artist, yet sometimes just a little word, an act would stir something deep within me. "Six Shallow Graves." That post from the past still haunt me so to think that back then this argument still continued. It is why to this day I will still comment and fave artists who may show a emerging style, plagued with mistakes in anatomy, (sp?) and such things as perspective and negative space. It is only fair that the underdogs get some form of praise for their efforts because art should be about fun first and then maybe profit later. For those artists out there, don't take my comments as some sort of security blanket to protect you from the cold cruel art world, but a small comfort that somebody, no matter how small has noticed. Viva La Pound Underground.