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Holger in the
middle of the night... |
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ell,
writing your own bio seems kind of odd. Well, what do you want to know? I
was born in the midst of February in 1980 in an unknown town named
“Mühlheim a.d. Ruhr” in the maybe better known “Ruhrpott” the centre of
steel industry and carnival in Germany.
Maybe that is the reason I hated carnival till very late in my life (where
I learnt to live with it).
Just a year after my spectacular birth my parents, my sister and me moved
to a neat, little village at the outskirts of Munich, Bavaria. Here we met
our last family member, a Collie that fled from its former owner right
into our arms.
So, the perfect family completed I lived a rather peaceful life from there
ever on… Hey, wait, the story is not finished I guess!
Outfitted with the stubbornness of a “Göbber” (nearly a village quote by
now) I nevertheless always have been a dreamer.
Since the time I learnt to walk there were worlds opening their gates in
my mind, from fantasy to the fantastic. Naturally I read the classics,
Lord of the Rings and the like but for me these were only the starting
points for my own adventures. Naturally I wanted to draw what I saw in my
mind and though I can’t tell I already accomplished that I still try.
Naturally I wanted to write my own stories! Well, we better forget that
part…
In 2000 I (finally) stumbled over a site, with pretty confusing layout and
navigation so I forgot about it. Anyway I revisited the Santharian Dream
several more times and then even regularly because “Heck, there were so
many ideas and stories to explore!”
Finally, I decided that I could contribute something to the Dream and so
with my first Photoshop version I tried my hand on a Santharian Coat of
Arms - the Shield of Voldar – and shyly sent it to the webmaster of the
site who – surprisingly! – approved it!
And so I started out my Santharian career from Coat of Arms-designer to
world builder to Fontmaker to wanna-be artist and I have to admit that by
now that I see the Santharian Dream as much as my Dream as anyone else’s…
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