The spirit of Frank Wastelayer is standing over my shoulder and speaking to me, much like Conan did to his author Robert E. Howard. He says "finish me, weakling, or I will surely cleave you in twain, or at least not pick you up from the airport, even though you will be expecting me." It shall be done.
I dropped my Heart Monster into a new "character design community" called
Mojizu a while back, which the great
Drawn! has since profiled. I'm still not quite sure what to make of it, but any place to discover some new interesting artists is fine by me. I've seen one or two familiar faces over there so far, but nobody I really know. And if it keeps growing like it has been, then it might become a pretty cool place to hang out.
Now that the temp well has dried up, I have nothing to do but sit at home all day and draw. Yeah!!! I'll be posting as much hand-drawn sketches as I can in the next few weeks in the hopes that you, my wonderful fake-friends, might let me know what is up to snuff. That way I can mail off as many portfolios as I can on Friday, May 19. So if you know of any company that you even slightly think might possibly look at me with some interest, I'd love it if you'd let me know by AIM or e-mail. I'm looking for any art job whatsoever, anything to break into the industry, and I'll work my ass off to prove it.
And no, I don't "just think I'm so funny." Not really. Well maybe the Jamie Farr head... haha. I laughed. Twice!
