Where'd my blog go?
This is embarassing! My emails all say at the bottom, "check out my daily blog" and my entries have been made with more and more time in between them. Maybe I should change the salutation to "check out my bi-weekly, more or less, blog".
There has been a lot of internal investigation work going in this being of late, and somehow that has lead me to keep it all inside. Suffice it to say that the work is ongoing, and probably always will be. Has it affected the art I do? Actually, I have only been working on commercial commissioned art for the last few months, and am not in the process of doing any personal art, which I miss a lot. I keep putting the "art-art" on the back burner, as I try to generate income.
Last week, most of my negotiations fell through. I was dealing with people who didn't have budgets that I found acceptable, and I felt like I was in the wrong field. But, yesterday, a fine person commissioned me to illustrate some of her marvelous poetry, and I'll be doing that along with the lettering, a combination of type and image that has a great history. I feel much better now. Maybe I am in the right field, after all.
For the same person, I did a commissioned piece for her band. I relied a lot on photos I took of them, and consequently the drawing is not as lively (or weird) as when I make it up. Just the same , the bass player claims to hate the rendering of her. I offered to re-do it, if she'll provide me with a new photograph, but it doesn't seem that she will do that. It's tough to please all the people all the time, although I try to.
Soon, I'll be going back to New Jersey to visit my parents. My Father is not doing so well, and my Mother is getting very tired of taking care of him. I can't imagine that the visit will be a joyous one, but I'll be trying hard to remember who I am throughout.
In the mean time, I'm planning to do a lot of art here, even skipping the trip to Esalen in order to catch up and do some things I've had on the back burner. There is something cleansing about working hard at one's craft.
There has been a lot of internal investigation work going in this being of late, and somehow that has lead me to keep it all inside. Suffice it to say that the work is ongoing, and probably always will be. Has it affected the art I do? Actually, I have only been working on commercial commissioned art for the last few months, and am not in the process of doing any personal art, which I miss a lot. I keep putting the "art-art" on the back burner, as I try to generate income.
Last week, most of my negotiations fell through. I was dealing with people who didn't have budgets that I found acceptable, and I felt like I was in the wrong field. But, yesterday, a fine person commissioned me to illustrate some of her marvelous poetry, and I'll be doing that along with the lettering, a combination of type and image that has a great history. I feel much better now. Maybe I am in the right field, after all.
For the same person, I did a commissioned piece for her band. I relied a lot on photos I took of them, and consequently the drawing is not as lively (or weird) as when I make it up. Just the same , the bass player claims to hate the rendering of her. I offered to re-do it, if she'll provide me with a new photograph, but it doesn't seem that she will do that. It's tough to please all the people all the time, although I try to.
Soon, I'll be going back to New Jersey to visit my parents. My Father is not doing so well, and my Mother is getting very tired of taking care of him. I can't imagine that the visit will be a joyous one, but I'll be trying hard to remember who I am throughout.
In the mean time, I'm planning to do a lot of art here, even skipping the trip to Esalen in order to catch up and do some things I've had on the back burner. There is something cleansing about working hard at one's craft.
posted by Rich Sigberman at
4:31 PM
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