A long, long time ago I would have told anyone who asked that I didn't consider myself an artist.
That was a long, long time ago.
Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it) I haven't changed all that much.
I still don't really consider myself an artist, per se. There's things I like or want to do with the things I create, and I've also find more and more that there's things I want to say, statements I want to make, and emotions and raw feelings that I'm especially interested in creating when I work.
I learned to draw at the ripe young age of three, and I learned how to formally draw at the ripe young age of 20. I've mostly taught myself how to draw before then, something I picked up from a healthy childhood diet of video games, cartoons, comics, and really crazy people.
When I was in 8th grade I took my first computer animation class, and as if I didn't have enough reasons to be fused with the computer screen, I was hooked. Since then I've gone on to work in 3D animation, Adobe Photoshop, Lightwave 3D, Flash, Dreamweaver, Illustrator...if it can be made on a computer I've got some interest in it. Unless its code. As many of my friends will tell you, I'm deathly allergic to code. Not that its stopped me from trying anyways.
As for what inspires me, the list is about as long as the list of things I've experienced in my life. Things that have really struck a chord with me, mentally and emotionally, stick out the most in my mind. Childhood, adolescent, and adult experiences that shocked, impressed, flabbergasted, amazed and dumbfounded always leave their mark, those resonate clearly in my memory and those are likely what I recall when I do some of my work.
Outside of that, I can't really tell you why I do what I do.
Such is the way with me and my art. A lot of times I don't know why I do things the way I do.
I just do.
And for me, that's enough.