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 gives me chills. I'll be back. -m
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