New gallery added: Legacy!
There used to be a larger amount of works here before the server migration last year. But since much of it did not reflect my present skill or interests I never cared to restore the old galleries.

But even so it took me about a year to realize that a part of me was forgotten.
Seeing my own progress always inspired me to keep improving – but those feelings kindof took the backseat after I entered the art school.

So yesterday I accidentally opened one of my older works and realized “when the hell did I paint this?” , continuing backwards some works were actually quite good and made me wonder how I’d managed to forget about them.


So here’s the story:

In late 2002 I bought my first wacom 4×5′’ tablet, I had saved up cash quite a
while to be able to afford it but it sure was worth every penny.
(damn it was good not having to color with a mouse in photoshop anymore)
At that point I had quite recently entered the anime&manga scene, I was devouring Japanese literature at an exhausting rate, having been kicked out of school at that time I did nothing more but watching anime, sleeping and hanging around on IRC.


In the middle of 2003 I joined an anime fansub group called “GPA” (Great Panda Anime) where I bonded with some of the people there and to this day even though our channel is long dead I hold a handful of them dear (Creds to STraNKarD, Seiryoku, Kana-chan, CN).
At one point we realized that most of us were interested in drawing and someone introduced the little piece of software called openCanvas to us.
We always were a quite worthless fansub group having released nothing but two episodes, but our bonds were strong and suddenly we hosted as much as three oC sessions per day.
My private web server wich earlier was used for channel distribution became an image dump of works done collaboratively in oC and privately – and just like that Molested.ath.cx was born!


Time went on, daily oC fell out of fashion with the other guys, I ended up drawing with myself more often than not.
I was still unemployed and lost in the world so I decided that I’d be the first revered Swedish hentai author.chuckle. Well that plan was doomed to fail as you’ve already might have guessed. How could an 18year old guy who’d barely even kissed a girl ever be able to profit from sex novels?

Well to be honest I’m kinda glad I didn’t end up in that swamp, cause when you’re in pitch darkness, your brightest dreams tend to be a bit gray.


I had quite some help from a few friends and other sources, and slowly but safely i fought myself back into the social world and begun seeing new tints of white. In the beginning of 2005 I found the eatpoo.org forums, suddenly I realized that there are alot people out there more talented than me.

By that time (believe me or not) I was truly tired of drawing breasts, I felt there wasn’t much room left to breathe inside the manga-scene. But here they were, a crowd of talented people who’d be able to help me to the next level!
I begun lurking the eatpoo forums reading thread after thread. After a few weeks I got the courage to create my first post there. I steeled myself and took the first step towards handling critics. Luckily my submission was accepted by the pooeaters and I truly received constructive criticism instead of flames as most other newbies got, well those who fell outside the scope.


I decided that I would become a glorious illustrator renowed through the world, I truly thought that dream would sustain me for atleast 10 years. Well prehaps it will, it’s been 4 years since then and to be honest I’m starting to have doubts.
Keep reading I’ll tell you why…

I kept fighting for a brighter future, I learned concepts like composition, color theory, 2006 I bought my first semi-system camera to broaden my views and depth of research.

The autumn of 2007 I was admitted to a pre-university art school in my hometown. The first year was a dream come true, I got the opportunity to learn about traditional painting and sculpture and made lots of friends some I’ve lost contact with but still hold very dear.
The worst thorn came at the beginning of the second term, my closest friends were trying to get admitted to other universities, well having been kicked out of school back in 2002 I lacked the necessary grades so I was stuck here without a choice. Parts of me wanted to cry, I had been so busy enjoying my progress that I had forgotten to plot the next step.


So I attended to a second year after the summer 2008, but I could not shake the feeling of being left behind, It’s been quite a morale breaker and I’ve had several concentration issues. But what’s the most frightening is that the time really flew by, there’s less than 2 months left till graduation and I’m actually quite frightened of how the future will turn out.

Come to think of it, that’s the reason I ventured into my old artblock..
haha that’s kinda Ironical.

But I have learned something important through this trip.
Looking back, my current situation is nowhere near as dark as where I started.
Disregarding a few lows I’ve been on a steady stairway upwards, and logically will be as long as I keep fighting.

I’m on the path to glory,
I will prevail!