So the disappointment of Portlandia is also the hilarity of Portlandia.  Look at my painting!  Loud and blue and half obscured and smack dab in the center the whole sketch!  I was relegated to "production value."  But they ended up going with poorly rendered, as well as bad-conceptually, art.  Not what they had asked me for, but Hollywood does change its mind and they find ways to get what they want.  

I am taking the central and visible (without being distracting nature) of my artwork, coupled with it NOT being featured (see below for the most highly mocked piece of all) as a total compliment.  Did I want to go viral and take the short cut to having the lifestyle of late-career Picasso?  Hells bells, yes.  But there is always the lottery, and then there is always good old fashioned hard work.  Stupid hard work.  But I guess it's what I'm good at.

I am thinking about working on a different picture book for a while while the edits for Death's Daughter and the Basket of Kittens gel.  This one is an existential story starring a can of hash.  It personally gives me chills.  In a good way.
 


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