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I want to wish DeviantART a happy 10th anniversary this upcoming Saturday.  As this website prepares to roll out DAv10 on August 7th, I’m sure many of the new features are stirring some controversy and others are being welcomed with open arms.  Some deviants are likely protesting the website’s increasing corporate nature, the lack of quality submissions, and over some of the administration actions.  It’s funny, because five years ago we were arguing over the same topics – some might say quite futilely.

It is 2010, so you probably don’t know what happened five years ago.  In fact, chances are that you probably don’t even know who $jark is.  Or $matteo.  Or any of the original people who worked so hard to establish and make this website blossom.  I say this, because at the time of writing this in 2005, I barely knew who they were, like many members of yesterday.

I submitted this not to regurgitate past events, but to pay tribute to one of the co-founders of this website, Scott Jarkoff, a.k.a. $jark. It would be a false claim to state that I was personally affected when $jark was unceremoniously forced from this website’s administration against his will.  But to many, Scott symbolized the last vestige of those who stood against increased corporation and for quality community and art.  Of course, this wasn’t necessarily true as these incessant battles likely rage on five years later.

Thousands of deviants sided with Scott, flooding the DA with protests and dedications, while another group of people sided with the powers-that-be.  A large percentage of the administration resigned and many members simply left the website.  Others immediately greeted the news with silence or indifference, weary and wary from fighting for something better here.  I remained part of the latter constituent, until I realized that I was thinking about Scott’s dismissal more than I thought I would.  After a brief internal debate, I realized that even though the direction of DeviantART did not affect me, that $jark himself had indirectly affected my life and the lives of hundreds of thousands of people here.  I believe it’s why I was bothered by the whole thing.

During a recent business trip, I took some time on the airplane to jot down a questionnaire:


Did DeviantART encourage you to be creative in some form?

Did DeviantART allow you to interact with people you would have never interacted with before?

Did you make a friend on DeviantART?

Did you meet any of your DA friends?

Have you ever dated and/or entered a relationship with someone you’ve met on this site?

Did DeviantART enable you to associate with people of similar interests as you?  Did those people encourage you to become better at what you do?

Is DeviantART the reason you became an writer, artist, or designer?

Did DA encourage you to step out into the brick and mortar world, seeking venues and exposure outside of this website?

Do you have another deviant’s print hanging up on your wall?  Is your own DA print hanging from your wall?

Did you have any fun at all here?  Any good memories to speak about?  Good people to talk about?  Good people to talk to?



If you answered ‘yes’ to only one of these questions, then you owe it to Scott’s vision and indefatigable persistence that began over ten years ago.  That is not to say that people didn't come for the art, for I'd like to think most of us have - it's just that things happen when you interact with others.  Speaking for myself, I realized there was a small close-knit group of friends and comrades that I never would have known otherwise if it weren’t for $jark.  I developed the confidence to write editorials and become published again within my circles.  DA’s membership encouraged me to become a successful photographer.  The good thing is that I didn’t have to look forward five years, because for me, the future had already arrived.  And other people’s futures are sure to follow suit.

Half a decade ago, we became satisfied being a loose collection of varied and secluded groups instead of creating bridges for each other.  Members and administrators alike sniped at each other.  We misunderstood each other and vehemently argued amongst ourselves, ironically, because we all had the same goal.  Because of our fragile egos, it became ‘us’ vs. ‘them’, when it didn’t have to be that way.  Instead of sticking around, many of us became frustrated with the so-called ‘community’ and left.  Other ventures similar to DeviantART popped up, but they would never be the same.  

Life is grossly unsympathetic and unfair.  Five years after its inception, we, as members, totally failed any vision of community.  I found this quite shameful because of the intent for this website.  Perhaps if we were more adamant about working together to create a quality community, none of this would have ever happened.  I do sincerely hope that five years later, DeviantART is in a better state than the way my ‘generation’ of deviants left it.  Maybe you’d like to tell me how it turned out.

Scott Jarkoff allied himself with the emphasis of community over corporation.  He was interested in promoting artists and the artists who banded together instead of promoting how DA could make an extra buck.  The cartoon character of a yellow alien and green probe became a symbol of the community and synonymous with DeviantART.  Five years ago, that identity became history.  I don't know $jark, nor if he would do the same for me if roles were reversed, but I'd like to think so.

Enjoy your tenth-year anniversary celebration on August 7th, DeviantART.  By now, most deviants joined this website after 2005 and $jark is little more than a faded memory.  He may have an exclamation point adjacent to his username.   Maybe you should stop by his userpage and say hello.  People on the internet have a short-term memory.  Thank Scott for what he’s done for you.  Stop by $matteo’s page and do the same thing.  They both deserve at least that much.

Thanks, guys.
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2005

As a teenager, my parents and I often returned to our roots in the deep south of rural Georgia. One evening, happily stuffed from consuming the best soul food in the county, my extended family congregated in the living room while Aunt Claudia put some pumpkin pie in the stove. The century-aged wooden floor creaked as Uncle Sam settled into his favorite chair, wiping the sweat from his brow with a dirty handkerchief. As the unforgiving sun slowly dipped towards the horizon line of swaying cotton fields, only interrupted by silhouettes of dilapidated barns and mobile homes, the sky’s light cast a harsh glare onto the rabbit-eared television where the brick fireplace once stood.

Mom and Dad chose the slumped sofa underneath the decaying wood window. I sat on the floor next to my second cousins, Tré and Brian, joining them in a vicious game of Monopoly. The passionless recital of the national evening news emanating from the left speaker of Sam’s television seemed to aid the fading wallpaper to peel from its source.

While the adults watched the evening programming, my cousins and I were intensely focused on corporate world domination. We were so playfully mistrusting of each other that we would shove our fake money in our pockets whenever we took a bathroom break. After returning from such a break, Brian was laying stomach-down on the floor, lost in the news while Tré snuck into the kitchen to steal some pie. Pensive, Brian didn’t even laugh and snatch up his money after sensing my arrival. He instead rolled over and turned towards Uncle Sam in the big chair and asked, “Hey grandpa, what’s a hostile takeover?”

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fantastic

on DA's 10th birthday, this had BETTER get some serious MEGA recognition, "this piece was written by tangledweb way back in '05:..."

in fact, this deserves some recognition from DA now, hehe

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:nod: Fantastic piece... I agree that we've gotta keep the community. If Jark and Matteo do make another site, I'll probably move my main base of operations, but DA will still be DA. I would say more, but by now my brain is numb from this entire fiasco... so I'll just let this gold star speak for me. :+fav:
Good points Sterling, i figured something would be coming from you eventually once it
churned around inside your mind for a while.

I am not sure which writer coined the phrase "you never really can go home again"
and I think that DA has reached that point.

For better or for worse, the direction of DA has changed and it will not be turned around again,
no matter how many yellow deviations appear on the front page. Fair or not fair, the situation
will be resolved in the courts and not on the pages of DA.

I owe everyone involved in DA my thanks as it has given me the opportunity to share and to learn
and to experience some wonderful art by unknown artists, many that should be exhibited on a regular
basis but are shown only here on these pages.

The community needs the corporation and the corporation needs the community period.

You can not have one without the other as DA has now grown too big to be a community of volunteers.

Hopefully by the year 2010, DA will have found the ballance between the two where both can
exist to promote ART as all of this exists for that purpose only.

Thanks to Scott and Matteo and to all those who have provided this experience.

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Great writing again.

However, there will be no deviantART in 2010, I'm fairly sure of this.
A few days ago, some very friendly people came to my door with some good news, and some bad news. They insisted on telling me the bad news first, of course. The bad news was that the world will be coming to an end soon, in fact, very soon, in a bizzare event called "The Apocalypse". The good news was that it was not too late for me to save myself. I stopped listening at the end of the good news, out of sheer terror. Fortunately, they wrapped up the conversation by giving me some very colorful looking pamphlets, with images of exotic looking peoples being crushed by flaming rocks falling from the sky.
Uh.
Sorry for wasting your time like that, I just wanted to write something that might look like a critique to someone scrolling down the page.

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:claps: Lets hope this gets a big ol thing in 05' I know if I'm still around even the remotest i'll make sure to have a link to this. :nod: :heart:

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In among all the tributes, this will stand the test of time. Thank you for it. I've been, and continue to be caught up in the moment - simply because I can't bring myself to accept what has taken place as a fait accompli. I'm not sure how I am going to deal with that, if I ever will. I'll cross that bridge at some point if I need to. Hopefully, I won't.

If it's possible, I'd like to know the silent promise.

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:ohmygod: Of all the crap I could write, you still say it better in less words, and you make it interesting to read too.

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wonderful! :highfive:

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Bravo! Well articulated, dear friend...

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Strong...concise...clear.

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