Online/digital recognition for one's accomplishments is such a surreal feeling. Recently, this drawing of mine got featured as a "daily deviation" on Deviant Art.
A "Daily Deviation" refers to a piece of artwork or writing from a member of DeviantArt that is selected by a gallery moderator or community volunteer for special recognition and exposure on the platform's front page. It acts as a form of featured art, highlighting a specific work's exceptional quality, innovation, or unique appeal to the wider DeviantArt community for a limited time. Receiving a Daily Deviation is a significant milestone for artists, bringing increased visibility, new opportunities, and a sense of accomplishment.
I've gotten this recognition on the website before but what made me think on it further was the amount of views this drawing received. My usual non-featured work gets about 400-500 views. This one got 400,000. In the real world, this would be an insanely memorable accomplishment. If I were literally displaying this work in a physical location like an actual gallery, having several hundred thousand people visit it and see my work would genuinely be impressive. But the same thing in a digital setting barely makes an impression on my sense of accomplishment. The internet and digital life is so weird.
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