This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The bottom has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
Fate seems bent on separating deviantART and I! First with the semester tests, then the house going on the market again, and now the loss of a fellow classmate and friend of mine (4/23)... yes, well, one day I'll be submitting art again.
Just letting you guys know that it might be a good few days or weeks. Still recovering from the funeral this last Friday, and have quite a few homework assignments to catch up on (didn't feel like completing them the day assigned last week so now I am forced to, or my grade will suffer).
Don't worry about me though! Have been talking with my family and friends a rather fair amount, and haven't held my emotions in. Cried them out the first few days.
Spent a few days hanging out with my cousin which was really fun, and good for us both in a time such as this. We went to the grocery store my twin sister works at and bought $54 worth of groceries just to make her check us out, and have her boyfriend (who also works there) carry our groceries to the car! We didn't really think it through, spending that much money, but it made for good fun and a story to tell.
Hope you guys are all doing well, and progressing with your art or towards your goals!
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When life gives you lemons, you squeeze the fuck out of it until it turns into soda. --- people in wheel chairs looked at me weirdly when they walked past me