I've had some small realizations as of late. None of which I think is all that important, but notable none the less.
1: I need a crash course in drawing boobs.
Most of the breasts Iv'e drawn seem to function more like helium filled balloons with nipples, than actual breasts.
Do not want.
2: I should practice more of what I preach.
A lot of the stuff I've drawn over the years hasn't been as representative of what I think and feel as I would have liked.
Looking at my body of work in retrospect makes me feel like there is very little me in it at all.
It feels more like a poor attempt to imitate and combine the artists that inspired me. Like Frazetta, Bob Ross and Picasso.
For now, I want to break away from what I've done in the past and go onward with projects like "Brunhilt" (Which is probably the most personal thing I've ever done")
Although I will always carry their influence with me.
The stuff I realized about art while looking at them is to profound to outright abandon.
3: Ninja is the international word for Bad-ass.
A dude from Kenya saw a drawing I did of Brunhilt today, and all he did was point at her and whisper "Ninjaaaaa".
PHEW! That was a wall of text wasn't it? Prepare yourself for even more!
I have been attempting to assassinate my unemployment in its sleep.
This has proven to be harder, and easier, than expected.
Mostly I've been looking for work as a professional illustrator.
Not the easiest field to break into here in Sweden. But I seem to be doing pretty OK.
Most of the people I contact express some sort of interest in working with me, even replying within the hour to my e-mails.
But they also say that there is nothing for me right now, or we'll contact you if something pops up.
I'm not sure if I should take that as a "Yes, there will be work for you here" or "Thanks, but no thanks, we got all the talent that we need".
Anyway, that's all I had for today.
Thank you if you read the whole thing. I appreciate that a lot.