Having just posted a bunch of stuff on Tumblr, I suddenly realized that I do in fact have a style.  I never really thought I did.  I thought it was just something I did and that if I had a style it was because I wasn't all that talented (Try to untangle that train of thought: my work sucks, which people interpret as a style, but it's really just me sucking?).  Then I looked at four or five pieces in a row and went: "Holy shit.  I have a STYLE."

This makes me really proud.

And even stranger: I LIKE my style.  I think it's decent.  I still need work on composition and fluidity, but I like where I'm going.  I like how stupidly bright my work is.  I like how harsh the lines are.  I like the absurd amount of detail.  I like the concerted effort towards realism that never quite works out.  I LIKE my style.

Wow.  It's like I'm a real artist type person.