Monday, January 04, 2016
Thursday, October 29, 2015
First off, new Xena storylines by one of my favorite comics companies. They did some Xena as well as Xena vs. Ash (Evil Dead) back in the early 2000s, but the art was a little to T & A and the stories didn't feel authentically Xena. It was a good try though. I really feel many of these companies are starting to catch on to what matters in a property now, so I'm very hopeful.
I think this fandom is really going to make Xena happen. Nerdist, Huffpo, and numerous other entertainment and media outlets are reinforcing the hard work of Xenites to reunite the Warrior Princess & her Bard. A new comic series will just boost that even more.
The recent disaster of the "Jem & the Holograms" movie is a clear signal to studios that fans no longer accept reboots or other reimaginings in name only. It must be true to the source material and the people working on it have to understand it, otherwise it will fail. It will fail hard. Money will be lost. Let's hope both Dynamite Comics as well as NBCUniversal understand this and have been paying attention.
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
I'm painting. I've been painting. It's been difficult. I've lost much of my motor memory. I've forgotten how to see clearly. I get tired more quickly. I'm not 25 anymore. I'm not even 39.
Resistance is an interesting thing. It takes many forms. I regret nothing though. Getting out of the machine saved my life. Finding my rhythm has required more patience than I had estimated.
This is real. I am doing art. All day if I want. It's amazing. Also, terrifying. I was so used to being efficient & scheduled. Art is neither. Being professional is. Being a freelance artist requires a balance of the two.
I'm still falling down now & then, but I'm getting back up every time. I get scared sometimes. Scared that I've lost some intangable thing I had before I entered the machine. Scared that something broke inside of me. I know that just resistance lying to me.
I've met some goals. I've had to reassess some things. I have to keep telling myself that art is a real job. I just have to keep moving forward. I sleep too much. It's part of the resistance. That and I was really, really, really tired. It's 3:38 am. I'm painting. Tomorrow I will paint again.
Art is a real job.
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Finally, the studio is a studio again. My depression and chronic stress from the horrible job I was stuck in is in the past. I'm a full-time artist now.
This year has been amazing. Things just fell together.
I work 15 hrs at an Art Museum just to cover my benefits, but other than that, all the rest of my time is time to create.
T & I have switched some responsibilities around. I now do all the grocery shopping. It's been nice. I can go during the day when the stores aren't crowded. This has reduced T's stress as well. No more fighting to get to and thru the store right after work.
I will start posting here more often now.
Thursday, January 01, 2015
Well, here we are. 2015. The year of awesome things to come. New Star Wars film, new Avengers film, new job as a Graphic Designer, my first full year of my 40's.
Day one is cold and overcast with a chance of ice and possibly some snow later this weekend.
I'm happy to be sitting in a toasty warm house with someone who loves me and two warm pups. I had a nice hot bath and a nice filling lunch. I pre-salted the front porch and driveway, raked up leaves around our newer little Blue Princess Holly shrubs, and built a mound of leaves just for the pups.
T and I prepared Gingerbread dough, which is chilling right now, in order to bake cookies later tonight.
T starts her first real teaching gig in less than two weeks. A College instructor. She's a badass lady.
Xena Con, the last one EVER, is a little less than two months away. I'm already nervous and excited.
I got an adorable Hello Kitty card from my wonderful Japanese friend Kumi just yesterday to start the New Year off with a reminder of just how fortunate I am to have such wonderful, kind, and loving people in my life.
I hope you all have a fantastic 2015.
I can't wait to get back to the gym and really push myself there as well as pushing myself to create, draw, or paint every single day.
This it it folks. Let's make it count and let's keep it positive.
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Glen A. Larson wrote, produced and created some of the greatest imaginative shows of my childhood. Buck Rogers in the 25th Century, Knight Rider, and Battlestar to name a few. He passed away the 14th of November. I can't imagine life without those shows. As an artist and a dreamer they inspired me in so many ways. Thanks Mr. Larson. If there is an afterlife, I know someone who will be eager to chat you up and talk Battlestar once you get there.
Good grief! I miss this blog and my followers. I'm not sure what happened, but the things I must do in a small amount of time have increased exponentially for me. I'm barely keeping my head above water. I don't even understand what has changed.
The J-O-B has worn me way down, but that doesn't exactly explain why I feel constantly out of time. I can't find time to paint or write. I work, head to the gym, come home, walk the dogs, eat while watching one TV program, bathe, and go to bed.
This is not the life I wanted.
What happened to painting all night? What happened to the stillness of the late night/early morning at 3 AM and standing outside enjoying it on a painting break?
What happened to not even knowing what time it was?
I feel I'm on that treadmill I always heard so much about as a kid and I have no idea how to get off without killing myself trying to do so.
It's killing me anyway. I had so many damn tests this summer. Needles, proding, cameras down my throat, chunks of me taken off, blood stolen, internal pictures of almost everything and you know what the conclusion was?
STRESS. IBS do to STRESS. The beginnings of CHRONIC STRESS. Anxiety. Fatigue. Migraines. Muscle binding. Lowered Metabolism due to sitting. Higher Body Fat Index due to sitting. Depression.
I wish there was a doctor's note for that. It's not that I don't want to work. I do! Just not in a very open, public, noisy, sensory overloading, political and social game-playing department at a University from 8 am to 5 pm or later that has nothing to do with Art.
A nice quiet studio. Start around 2 PM and don't stop until you drop. Work all night into the next day.
Creating. Not sitting and causing my muscle fascia to bind, my hip flexors to start displacing themselves and my ass to grow three times its normal size.
The amount of cortisol in my body is poisoning me.
This last weekend, I turned 40.
I'm hoping this is a turning point.
Jack Kirby didn't create the awesome Superheroes he did until he was 44.
Many greats didn't start until much later. They had to get fed up and walk away from the machine first.
I'm done. I just have no idea how to leave. How to pay for my house. Feed my pups.
I'm so tired...and I have no time to hone my skills.
Well, this is my new year. My new decade. I'm done NOT being an artist.
Wish me luck.