Wurv

I am Wurv. I lay in the mud, deep below in the river. The river, reflecting the grey of the fog, whispers to wake me up. The mud is soft and warm, but I must obey. I hear the village scream in pain as soon as I leave the water. There's always some pain in change. It can't be helped. There's so much about art that I don't understand, it just entertains me - a lot. Then I found deviantArt. I've never worked with this kind of system before. I may get my limbs stuck into the gears. But I've been lurking in the shadow long enough to see the wonders inside this network. And now I'd like to be part of it. I'll post stuff whenever possible.