This can be a poem, song, a link to a picture, whatever, just something artistic that you did.
I’m going to include a snippet from the lyrics to a glam-rock type song I wrote to play with some friends at an arts/theater festival that we attended. I call it “Drama Queen”, and I’m rather proud of my cleverness.
There’s more, but that’s the “good” part. I think it’s delightful. Anyone else?
LC
Here is a picture I’m proud of:
(THis picture might not be up very long, my ISP is switching and all my web stuff will be coming down)
I snapped the picture of the butterfly, and when I was inside veiwing it on my computer I noticed the bee.
Okay, here goes: I wrote this about the matching checkered Vans Mudshark and I wore to Winter Homecoming this past January. It got some of the idea from the poem White on White by Ruth Stone, combined it with the whole checkered thing, and got this.
The thirty seconds backstage before the curtain goes up
Newfoundland dogs with long pink tongues
And the shiny black hair of Japanese girls
Dilated pupils and dark horse candidates
Ink wells like the scene at the back of your throat
Death, Satan, and waves of thick chocolate pudding
Heavy red-black curds of third-day menstruation
On otherwise flawless newly-laid bed-linen
The untanned skin over the blades of your shoulders
Fingernail tips and the flash of your teeth in the dark
The porcelain dolls your gay uncle made
Hot semen on milk-white breasts
Young lace, sugar, salt, a multitude of the heavenly host
Fat lines of good drugs and certain CDs by the Beatles
[We wore all that to Winter Homecoming and didn’t step on each other’s feet].
Wow, Boscibo, amazing photograph. No wonder you’re proud of that one.
Two things.
My band, utterance. (ex. a song called Mouth Cancer - http://www.utterance.net/music/mouthcancer.mp3)
I’m the DJ, er… sound embellishment section. 
Poetry blurb:
Your face swept past me
Motionless, you were gone so quickly
You spoke a thousand times just then
But I did not have your voice
To hear you speak
Who are you? Where are you?
Gone. A bright flash
You left spots in my eyes
And a memory like a polaroid
Protecting the moment from time.
I am quite proud of my attempts at 3D imagery using Photoshop and Terragen. Although I am a novice, i thought it was good.
My Mars Depiction
Those images are supposed to be 1024x768…Darn ImageStation!
I just wanted to say I loved your song, Lucki! That was adorable.
Unfortunately, the only writing I’ve been doing lately has been smut, and I’m pretty sure I’m not allowed to post that.
Things I Don’t Necessarily Like
It’s not the best thing in the world but it’s still something I claim as my own.
I’m still pretty proud of the story I wrote for the Cloudmakers, Only Solutions. It’s not “my” story of how I experienced the game, though the fact that many who’ve read it though it was is one of the things I’m proud of. 
And another story, my one and only piece of fan fiction, Ripples of Memory, set in the universe of the game “Homeworld” and featuring Karan S’jet. I have yet to go back and edit that story, as I should, but I’m proud of it nonetheless.
Finally (other than a drawing or two that I can’t find at the moment), I’m pretty proud of my Flash 9-11 tribute. The first project I did completely myself in Flash, it actually expressed what I wanted it to express.
There’s some drawings and such I can’t find links to at the moment… but that’ll do.
I like your site, monstro. Definitely going on a list of “Things I Like.”
WOW- you folks posted some nice stuff there (great photo, interesting song, nice website, etc).
Okay - here is my website - not very artisitic but very practical:
www.1728.com
Thanks Avalonian.
wolf_meister, practical works for me! I’m going to put that in my favorites.
Cool. Very nice.
This is a recent poem that I’ve written for someone that I’m kinda proud of.
At night I can hear you in my dreams
Desperately divulging the love you’ve left in shroud.
It never was a secret to me
The beauty of your thoughts, when looking in my eyes
Gently revealing how you’d felt
Holding my spirit in place as I sleep
Melting my body in ways
Cold winter nights would had turn to summer
And past my own selfishness
I realized what it means
Explaining more of who I am
Then I knew could be possible
I loved you too
Unable to express in a way
To have done justice as the touch
Of your warm finger rolling down my back
Dangerously coming closer to the edge
In our fears and desires
I don’t have anything to add myself, but I just wanted to say that your mars picutre is amazing. Very impressive.
some photos I took recently
I’m the writer at this site.
I suppose there are things in which I take more pride than I do in my *Unlikely G.I. Joe Figures*, but they’re not as easy to link to.
