It’s done. At long last. Actually, it was done at about 1 AM last night, but my brain still hasn’t wrapped around it. I speak, of course, of the “Monsters Under The Bed” story arc of my comic “Irrational Fears” which spanned approximately six months of my life–waaaay longer than I had planned to devote […]
Monthly Archives: February 2003
I like poetry. I like poetry pretty much the way I like music, in a sporadic, shot-gun method, where the individual poets may bear no relation to one another whatsoever beyond the fact that it appeals to me on some level. I don’t go looking for poems, I don’t read them often, and by the […]
So today I opened up yet another rejection slip–Seventh Sea, this time–and realized like a bolt from on high that my website has become waaaaay too cluttered to serve as a portfolio for web submissions. I mean, it’s great for fans and selling prints and comics and so forth, but there’s literally hundreds of paintings […]
I put some auctions up on Furbid yesterday, and thought “Hmm, I should plug these suckers over at LJ,” and then I realized that if I did so, I should probably include some explanations, because these auctions are under a pen-name. Which is a story in itself. So gather ’round my children-who-better-be-over-18-for-this, and I’ll tell […]
Well, in response to pseudomanitou‘s excellent post on life as a pro artist, and in response to the occasional e-mail asking about freelancing, I thought I’d touch briefly on my history of Life As A Freelancer. Once upon a time, I graduated from a liberal arts college and thought, vaguely, “I wanna be an artist.” […]
Yesterday was a double-fisted art day…worked on a watercolor/gouache piece and then switched to digital while waiting for the accursed pigment to dry. I got the Real World piece done, and the digital one is coming along niftily, although a bit slower. Ironically, given my recent moping on originals and me, I was rather pleased […]
It occurred to me, in those meditative moments occasioned by waiting for watercolor to dry, that our lives are defined as much or more by the things we stop believing in as by the things we start to believe in. Look, it was either philosophy or I was gonna start screaming “Dry, you muthafuckah!” at […]
Well, got my good deed for the year done, and it’s only February! There was a stray cat in the hallway–very friendly, subadult grey and white female. Obviously underfed, nasty case of earmites, injury behind one ear. I knocked on a few doors, couldn’t find an owner and resolved to keep an eye on her. […]
Another day, another…well, actually nobody’s paid me recently, so it’s not another dollar, but hopefully that will be rectified in the next few weeks, before I have to sell the cat’s organs on the black market. Played around with some Real Media, in the form of acrylic and casein, to try to duplicate my black […]
One of the great truths of art, I’ve found–and there’s not many, god knows, but this one seems to hold true–is that when Absolutely Nothing is working, and you’re feeling glum and pushing pixels around to little effect, and not smart enough to quit, you can pretty much never go wrong with a naked woman. […]