Always working, never working...
So, this is weird. This whole "no dayjob" thing. Though Boy would remind me that I *do* have a dayjob - that job would be being a kickass illustrator. So I am continuing on with work on the website icons, on my portfolio, on finding new work. There's so much flexibility, though, that I'm setting my own priorities and keeping myself busy with enough disparate tasks that it doesn't really feel like I'm actually working. When we lived in Providence, our glassblower friend Mr. Bee used to call that "always workin', never workin'." He was pretty much always in his studio, making stuff, except when he wasn't...and then he was usually out getting Indian food, or watching a matinee, or whatever. Eyeball breaks and time out for good food were all necessary recharge mechanisms, and thus counted as important work to him too. It's a very fluid way of being that I am not quite comfortable in yet.
I am still trying to wrap my head around the non-regular paycheck concept. Our financial situation is a little more precarious than I'd like it to be, at least until I get the money from my art sale. This morning my attempts to stretch the groceries a little further resulted in there being no coffee nor soymilk in the house for wakeup time. Sugar-free hot cocoa mix is no substitute, goddammit. I've got a bitch of a cluster headache that can testify as to the depth of my caffeine addiction.
I leave you with the websites of several illustrators that both inspire me and kind of make me want to quit (because they're so damn good.) Many of them are also younger than me. Ouch. I really need to get on the ball.
www.taramcpherson.com
www.brianewing.com
www.samweber.com
www.carsonellis.com
I am still trying to wrap my head around the non-regular paycheck concept. Our financial situation is a little more precarious than I'd like it to be, at least until I get the money from my art sale. This morning my attempts to stretch the groceries a little further resulted in there being no coffee nor soymilk in the house for wakeup time. Sugar-free hot cocoa mix is no substitute, goddammit. I've got a bitch of a cluster headache that can testify as to the depth of my caffeine addiction.
I leave you with the websites of several illustrators that both inspire me and kind of make me want to quit (because they're so damn good.) Many of them are also younger than me. Ouch. I really need to get on the ball.
www.taramcpherson.com
www.brianewing.com
www.samweber.com
www.carsonellis.com