Friday, October 3, 2008

Little China Girl Sketches

This is so much nicer than the other one. I wonder how I can make this into a full blown series. Whenever I try to go into the drawing more I tend to loose the spontenaity that makes this kind of drawing interesting. 

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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

You may remember seeing something like this before only the balloon was floating on a white background. I have been working on my portfolio like mad trying to make a series and to fill in the backgrounds with interiors or in this case an exterior.. This is the first time I have done an aerial view of a town. I will be coloring everything tomorrow and packing on Thursday. Tomorrow is really d-day.
 I wonder if anything good will happen to me at Bologna.My goal is to find an art director that responds positively to my style and then hone my work to his or her likings for the next couple of months. I just want to do some good work but it would be so much worthwhile if I had a director to guide me. 
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Monday, October 1, 2007

Cruel world

A new gig! I called my father the other day to tell him how I was found and eventually contacted (through word of mouth)  by an hot-shot young author from NYC to do some illustrations. The author and I seemed to find common ground quickly plus her personal story and mine fit together in an eerily complimentary pattern. We have mutual respect and I have some awe.

This opportunity came right at the tail end of my dream-like triumph of creating illustrations for an amazing cultural institution (that shall go unnamed for now upon the advice of my lawyer/sister) in Paris. Things are going better than I could ever hope  and I needed to tell my Dad before it was too late.  I rang several time before he finally answered.

I could practically smell the antiseptic smell waifing about in his cancer ward’s hospital bed when he murmured that he was happy for me. He was obviously too weak to give me anymore. I let him go. I went back to my drawing board.

I’m afraid the repetoire of my strong emotions is growing.

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