Hello faithful readers, and sorry for the delay. I am currently busy in the realm of the material, making art and earning money, and have had to leave the realm of the digital for a spell. I shant be back for a while, and do not want you to think I have forgotten you. I lieu of a sample of the art I have done, I would like to tell you a story:
My journey down the artistic road is (or has been) a long one because it started at a very young age. Before I could even walk I had pencils in my hands, despite my parents desperate attempts to keep them from me, for fear of poking my eyes out with them. However, I was an artist in soul and spirit, and would not be separated from my precious pencils. (Of course I have no recollection of this, because I was so young, but my parents told me stories.) What started out as colorful scribbles quickly turned into recognizable shapes and things, and with every picture I drew, the praise of my mother increased, as did my childish excitement.
As I grew older, my innocent artistic endeavors transformed into a bad habit. First by stealing my focus away from my classwork in grade school, then by taking over my classwork completely in middle school. Where as before I would sometimes think about drawing instead of doing classwork, I would now draw on my class work, and I LOVED IT. My teachers did not. “Please do not draw in the margins of your classwork from now on, this is not art class.” Underline, underline. That particular assignment made me smile in spite of myself, and I saved it for quite awhile.
In high school, I had a better reign on the creative monster inside me, and would only draw in class during “free time ” or open study session, or in classes that I knew the teacher of wouldn’t care, and only on my own paper, or papers that had already been graded and that I knew I wouldn’t need to turn in again later. I had found the sweet spot.
After high school ended, life happened to me, and I stopped feeding my creativity. I got a job, spent a lot more time with my future wife, ect, etc. I didn’t miss it at the time, but looking back, I wish I wouldn’t have stopped.
Last year, I decided to get back on the horse and fatten my portfolio by giving myself a challenge. This would try my resolve, work ethic, and dedication more than it would try my artistic talents, but it was about time I did something with my abilities. I decided to try and do 365 pieces of art in just a year, and make at least $1,000 off of my art. Well, I only completed around 200-something, pieces, and barley made over $300.
Not so this year.
This year, while a bit behind in the number of pieces department, I have enough jobs on the books that my original goal of a meager $1,000 will be easily reached, perhaps even by the end of May. I have made $200 already, and if all goes well I will be seeing another $608 by mid-April. I have got to say, doing art and making money at it makes me feel alive. I would be content if I could do this for the rest of my life.
That being said. I will work for money. No job is too big or too small. (Of course not, when I set the price. Ha ha.) Digital or material, graphic or classic, I can, and will, do it all. If you read this and have work for me, drop the project idea along with your email in the comments section and I will be happy to get back with you, thanks!