I thought perhaps my first 'article' on Ipernity (blog?) should be an introduction.

I'm Stosphia. I've been Stosphia on the internet since I was about fifteen or sixteen, and really, to be honest, I prefer to be Stosphia. I prefer my anonymity. I don't really like when my anonymity and my real life mix, but I guess it's kind of inevitable, right?

Well, in any event, I've been writing since I was ten, but I stopped for about a year and a half, finally giving in to an enormous writer's block. It wasn't a creative block, it was an emotional one, and very frustrating. The stories were there, I was just so worn out that I couldn't acknowledge them. I became unblocked just this past spring/late winter, and now I'm ready to finish what I've been struggling to.

I had just turned eighteen when I discovered that art was something that I needed to persue. Ever since I was little, the potential to be an artist has been there--in second grade, I taught myself to draw from pictures. I started with birds, but eventually pushed myself to do humans, and sometimes I would even copy art made by other artists, mostly human characters. It took me a long time to learn how to 'photoshop' my drawings, to manipulate them to be what I wanted them to be, rather than what I saw.

Drawing wasn't really something that interested me. If I sat down to do a drawing and got really into it, but someone distracted me, I would find it hard to return to it.

In high school, I took some drawing classes that reaffirmed that I had the ability to draw, but I came to like it less and less, the more I had to do. In my senior year, however, I took some sculpture classes and I knew. High school was kind of tough for me. I knew that I wanted to study creative writing, but events in my junior year stripped me of any desire to write, even though by then it was a habit that I just couldn't quit. Coming in to my senior year, I felt doomed to study English and creative writing. I didn't know what I would do in college or with the rest of my life.

Those sculpture classes in high school saved me in a way. I applied to art school here in Wisconsin, where I've lived my entire life, and I was lucky to be accepted. Unfortunately, I was unprepared. Neither of my parents attended college, so neither of them knew what I was supposed to do to prepare. The same spring that I graduated from high school, my family was evicted from our home of almost ten years. This led to more trials that make me even more grateful to be where I am today.

As I write this, I have survived two emotional abusers. I have also experienced the kind of work that my dad does first hand, and I have decided that I will not do that kind of work for a living. However, I respect him immensely for doing it for more than twenty years, to support his family. I finished my first two semesters of college, and in spite of new interest rates on federal student loans, I am determined to finish my education.

I aspire to learn as much as I can about sculpture and go on to teach underprivileged children about how they can make art in their own homes. I feel that art is something that is seen as expensive or limited to just drawing, and that's not the case at all. I believe that it's my mission to show kids how easy it is to tell their own stories in a wide variety of ways.

There really isn't much to my life apart from my friends, family, and art.

Back in the late winter of 2012 I learned a lot about art from the internet. I wanted to learn how I could make my own poseable figures so that I could use my strengths to tell my story in a widely accessible way. During this period I learned about polyclay, static figurines, custom factory dolls, and ball jointed dolls. I think this period is what makes me the artist I am today. I'm just short of obsessed with designing ball jointed dolls and figuring out what makes a doll that I would consider aesthetically pleasing.

If you like ball jointed dolls, if you like art, and if you like stories, please stick around, because I have a lot coming.