*Inhale*
*Exhale*
*Repeat*
The doggie dessert plate project had me up til 2am last night, and I still didn’t get as much done as I’d wished. But what I did get done, I submitted, and I am happy to report that everyone is happy. Including me. It feels so good to draw something and have someone actually like it. I know this sounds simple and I do get compliments for my past illustration work, but it has been a long time since I drew something, submitted it, and it was well received. I draw approximately 15 things a week at the day job, and do you know how many of them are accepted without a total redesign based on the distorted visions of an egomaniac? Zero.
So it felt even better when this client who likes my poochie drawings asked if I minded if he referred some of his other contacts to me. He has been asked “who is your illustrator?” by someone who might need one in the future.
Take that, my innerly critical cheerleading squad! It is time to hang Snowbird’s pretty pictures up on the refridgerator. Because we all know that if a drawing is really, really special, that is the best place for it to be. Only the most brilliant art deserves the honor of the fridge.
And really, that would be everything you ever make, to tell the truth.
Ssh! Snowbird speaks!
And when there’s no more room on the fridgerator, find some tape and hang it on the wall next to the fridge. Make sure everyone sees it every time they go looking for a snack. Be proud of your art!
Ok. I’ll try harder. Sometimes I forget.
