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Some lucky artist is now employed but it ain’t me.
They might use some of my pieces though, like the Eastern Dragon… So yay for that!
I’m in the interview process for my dream job!
A company that makes wildlife pins needs a new sculptor! How cool is that? I’ve been carving, painting and sculpting animals my whole life!
The first interview went great. I got to see their awesome workshop out in Silverdale and we all enjoyed meeting each other. They sent me home with a few demo projects-including a dragon! Woohooo!
Send me good luck peoples!
Finished a painting today from a dream I had a few nights ago… Just in time for tonight’s Artwalk opening at the Emerald Spiral in West Seattle!
Yay! Onward to Artwalk!
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And, now The Title Page!
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And The first page of the actual comic!
(Click to check out those awesome night time effects close up)
For teh first two pages of the prologue, go here.
Wet slap of breeze,
a pumpkin’s rotting grin
and brilliant the leaves.
I remember I used to assert, perhaps I even wrote it: Everything that can possibly be painted has been painted, every brushstroke that can possibly be laid on canvas has been laid on. The visual arts are at a dead end. Then suddenly, at the age of forty, I began painting myself and am fascinated.
By having a blank canvas, I discovered I could make a picture myself. That is the point, to make a picture on a blank canvas. And I was forty before i had the real courage to try. Then it became an orgy, making pictures.
Somewhere in the steampunk universe, a crooked little man shuffles nervously through the fog, surreptitiously thrusting his aetheromogrification device further into the recesses of his tattered greatcoat. Were it not for his cold cracked heart and obstreperous penury, artists everywhere would have the means to transmute gobs of sheer talent into stacks of gold guineas.
From the Halloween Insomnia Zanpress:
Though darkness may twist, torment
and cackle in my mind’s forgotten eye,
My attention is already given.
I stand in the grace of my heart’s wild ways.