yaaa....
gingerbox is hella fucking gay. i have too many corporate-type art projects going on. i am "spread thin". i can hardly find inspiration for my own shit.
but no, yes, things bein good, i feel good about some shit. but, i definitely feel like i need to step back and curl up for a little while. i have exerted myself quite a lot so far in 2006. not much i can show for it besides dollah signs and some solid connex... which is good and i respect it, but the self-removed distance from my own scratches i am putting on these papers makes me yearn for quality creative ideas so so so much more. like, i've forgotten about the idea behind the craft. a sick little thing to think about. but it's there. i can't be fucking with that anymore.
the reception of STAB KIDS has been nice, and it is a good lil surprising comic... but it was a forced effort. i was like "i have to make something creative or i'll die". it's the only thing since PENG that's come from my heart. i'm sick of that. that needs to change. STAT.
anyway, seriously entertaining the thought of moving back to bremerton for a little while. tie-off the last of these insane art projects, spend time with old friends and family, re-align my values and virtues, save up some $$$-- re-start my projects of the heart, then move somewhere totally new and different.
i'm still in california right now... summiting yet another last-minute, insanity-enducing-deadline "dream project", while also further fucking a deadline on another project. when i get back to seattle, gonna have to burn this cut closed.
but no, yes, things bein good, i feel good about some shit. but, i definitely feel like i need to step back and curl up for a little while. i have exerted myself quite a lot so far in 2006. not much i can show for it besides dollah signs and some solid connex... which is good and i respect it, but the self-removed distance from my own scratches i am putting on these papers makes me yearn for quality creative ideas so so so much more. like, i've forgotten about the idea behind the craft. a sick little thing to think about. but it's there. i can't be fucking with that anymore.
the reception of STAB KIDS has been nice, and it is a good lil surprising comic... but it was a forced effort. i was like "i have to make something creative or i'll die". it's the only thing since PENG that's come from my heart. i'm sick of that. that needs to change. STAT.
anyway, seriously entertaining the thought of moving back to bremerton for a little while. tie-off the last of these insane art projects, spend time with old friends and family, re-align my values and virtues, save up some $$$-- re-start my projects of the heart, then move somewhere totally new and different.
i'm still in california right now... summiting yet another last-minute, insanity-enducing-deadline "dream project", while also further fucking a deadline on another project. when i get back to seattle, gonna have to burn this cut closed.