I’m a bad salesman. Quite possibly, I’m the only person who could come back from a sales trip with a negative balance. Which is why I don’t do it. I have no confidence in my product, even when I have faith in what I produce. When I managed to produce artwork in the past, it was often something I’d squirrel away against some future hope that it could be part of a portfolio. I once harbored the dream of getting a few illustration jobs here and there. But, the professional attitude, the know-how, and the networking simply weren’t there.
Anyway, now I’m pushing ahead my own way, and to hell with the way things are done.
In Other News . . . I’m working on another block print. It’s a project I started in April, and had to drop for a while when I moved this summer. Now that I’m getting everything sorted out again, it’s time to pick up this project. It’ll be a giant centipede, printed in separate segments, probably on a nice Japanese paper, or something that appeals to me.
And, returning to my love of pen and ink, I’ve got a series of drawings cooking that should be wicked enough to live up to my moniker.