How long have you been on DeviantArt? Four years with this profile. The other profile is 6 years old. But I don't really use that one.
What does your username mean? Artemis Kynthos. Two different versions of my real name that can be found in Greek mythology.
Describe yourself in three words. Unusual, passionate, curious
Are you left or right handed? Right
What was your first deviation? Oh god I'm not going to post that crappy thing from my old profile. The first one from this profile though is "Flowers."
What is your favourite type of art to create? Surreal and fantasy stuff, I guess.
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be? Man I don't know. Um. Wood Carving.
What type of art do you tend to favourite the most? Hmm I guess there's quite a bit of fanart in my favourites...
Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist? humon
If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be? God I don't know. I'll say humon humon again.
How has a fellow deviant impacted your life? claudius1951 is a real sweetheart who is very supportive of my stuff. He once bought me a few months' worth of premium membership.
What are your preferred tools to create art? I'm rather fond of how coloured pencils look on mylar.
What is the most inspirational place for you to create art? My room when it's super clean and organized and looks nearly empty because everything is put away. I don't know, that emptiness just kinda helps the creative juices flow.
What is your favourite DeviantArt memory? One time one of my friends was having an art contest and I entered, and won, without him even knowing it was me. They know my username now, of course, but at the time I don't think they knew I even had a deviantart.
AshesA graveyard is not for me-
I am not a stone.
I am not a box,
Not shut away, alone.
Nor am I a name,
I did not earn such a thing.
No arrangement of letters
Represents me.
A graveyard is not for me,
And never was since birth.
I cannot be trapped
Beneath the crusty earth.
How dare you trap me,
And let others tread on me?
How dare you offer flowers
To a stone? It is not me
I am not even the body
That you see before you.
What I am
Is never the same as who.
Do not mourn me,
Do not have any fears.
Do not cry in my name,
I am not tears.
I am a memory,
I am a friend,
I am a reason to smile
When darkness descends.
I am a lesson.
I am an inventor
Of powerful emotions,
And I am a mentor.
I am dreams.
I am sparkling eyes.
In the middle of the night,
I'm the hidden sunrise.
I have touched hearts,
Held them against mine.
I am no object-
Not easy to define.
Burn this body,
And set me free.
Burn this encasement.
A graveyard is not for me.
Set me to the wind
From a high mountain peak.
Let me see the wor