Realities and Priorities

I wish I could fully understand the priorities of people's minds.

We live in a world where the people we trust and elect to create a better country for us to live in, betray that trust and lie, cheat and steal, many times blatantly.  There are mass graves of people being created as I write this and entire villages are being wiped away.  There are rockets being fired and bombs going off.  Innocent people are being killed, seriously injured or having their entire world turned upside down and destroyed in ways in which they will never recover.  People are being arrested for speaking up for human rights - being locked away, tortured, beaten, raped and forgotten: No record of their existence will ever be found.  Children are being lured, tricked, and kidnapped - yanked into the dark to be sold and used till they are no longer useful and then.... discarded.  Homes are being broken into and robbed; not just a physical violation, but for the homeowner, a mental and emotional one.  The sick and bereft are being denied services by Insurance companies; services they had paid for and finding they have no legal recourse so are left dying or in the cold.  Women are being raped and then forced to suffer severe trauma if they dare try to seek justice.  Babies are being beaten, abused and neglected, trained to create a cycle of violence that may never be broken.  In 'civilized' places, people are being beaten to death for something that makes them different, whether it is the color of their skin, the belief they hold or because of the person they choose to love.  And all over the world there are the hungry who quietly die in dark corners of cities and countrysides, wasting away into the shadows.

These are only a handful of the horrors we inflict upon each other.

And yet, with all of that, people believe G-d will weep now because the Supreme Court of the United States of America ruled that a certain group of individuals can now have access to legal rights.

I believe we have given G-d many other reasons to mourn as he looks upon his children.  This small action in this moment of time is not one of them.

Finding My Limitations

I can hear the voices of support saying, "But there are no limitations other than what you place upon yourself."

And I know that.  Deep down.  Deep... deep... deep... deep down.  At the very bottom where the sun doesn't shine.  I know I am only limited by my own mental blocks and fears and frustrations.  I know that and it doesn't make a difference because I have to sit at my desk staring at my computer and wondering "WHY ISN'T THIS WORKING?"

Oh how the Modo Chicken mocks me...

What has gotten me to the point of near tears is Modo, a 3D program.  I don't seem to do well with them.  I'm not sure if its just inexperience or that my brain is having a really hard time thinking in 3D after so many years of illustration in 2D.  It may also be that I don't have a lot of desire to do 3D modelling and its kicking in some sort of mental blockade as a form of protest.

Whatever the reason, I am left feeling frustrated and trying over and over to figure out how to make this program work.

Usually when I get to this point, I fly into a frantic rage/breakdown and then figure it all out and move forward, but I don't see that happening.  I've watched videos and each time I think, "Ok... I think I got this," and I sit down to try and work, I'm stymied by the program and trying to work with it and around it to get it to do what I just saw the tutorial do.  It could be I have some setting in Modo that prevents me from having it function the way I want, but since I don't know what THAT is, I can't fix it or adjust it. 

Reenactment of actual events

I missed one class at Red Engine and of course, that was the Modo class and it seems that the others are getting it to work.  Even with the tutorial overview we had last week, I'm still not getting this.  It makes me more frustrated that I see others who are just as new to the program as I am, progressing while I slam my head against the wall. 

Add to that the worries I carry anyway and it leaves me feeling rather useless.  Yes, I know that I am good at many things and I'm good enough, smart enough and gosh darn it, people like me...  but you know that sometimes, it doesn't matter what you are good at, since you aren't good at the thing you are trying.  I'd say this is a weight that creative people carry as a burden, but I believe that it is something all people carry as they step along their paths.  Its why some people don't try new things or new experiences and remain focused on the one or few things they know they can do. 

Perhaps it isn't giving up, but realizing your limitations and being ok with it?  Or maybe it is just giving up and giving in?  I don't know. 

In the end it doesn't matter right now, because I'm going to continue to try and make this work and maybe I'll break through and maybe I won't.  I am taking this class to get to do something that I really want and so I'm going to keep working at this.  And no one do that "There is no try..." quote from Yoda.

Trying Something New

I mentioned in my last post that I had attended a family get-together a week ago (family reunion sounds so official).  I had a great time and reconnected with people I love and miss...  It was a reminder that they are really great individuals who I am honored to know and lucky to be related to.  There were a few bumpy moments of course, but that's to be expected when family gets together - we are family after all.  Over all though, it was a great time and I'm so happy I was able to go.

While I was there, my aunt was giving away bracelets she had made because she was no longer going to be making them anymore.  There were some real beautiful ones and I chose a few for myself.  During our time together, I asked her to show me how she made them and she kindly did, as well as giving me some of the supplies she was no longer using.  I was inspired to use the process but include my own twist and so after finding a bead store called Bead Jungle, I picked up a few more things I needed.

I got home and started messing around and I'm pretty happy with how they came out.  I still have some fiddling to do, but I think these are cool and certainly something people will like.

The first one I made was still following more of my Steampunk work:

The second one, I was thinking of more for a man if he wished.  Its more simple, but certainly I don't think that it would be odd for a woman to wear if she wished.

Like I said, more simple.  Both will be put up for sale on my Etsy shop to purchase and there will be more coming along.  In the future, I will also be adjusting my shop for more categories so it will be easier to find specific items such as necklaces, earrings and now bracelets.   For now, please be sure to check out my work at Stormwolf Studios on Etsy!

So what do you think?

Return of Etsy!

Yup, I am returning to Etsy - well, to be honest, I never left.  I simply 'shut down' my Etsy site while I was busy moving across country and trying to acclimate to life here in Las Vegas.  I would have done this sooner, but we also had a wonderful family reunion gathering in Toledo, OH, hosted by my 'big sister' and her amazing family.

But things have calmed a bit and if I'm going to be completely honest, the money from selling jewelry would be really very helpful right now.  So, I'm opening the shop up and will get back to posting something new everyday and possibly some new items that aren't from my inventory.  But I'll talk about that another time.

If you want to check out my Etsy site now, you can do so: Stormwolf Studios: Art, jewelry and more!

I will try to also post more to the blog because I do enjoy writing.  As another 'big sister' of mine pointed out, it would be a wonderful idea for me to do more of it.  Its something that has bubbled in the back of my mind from time to time and yes, I have thought about writing an actual book, but of course, the plot eludes me even though I have many ideas that pop in and out.  Perhaps it will happen one day, perhaps not.  Till that ever happens, I am going to start writing more.  I do have a lot of thoughts and things that I would like to share with people and I have this Blog, so why not use it?

My Red Engine classes are moving along and I'm finding it a lot harder than I thought it would be.  Part of it, or perhaps a lot of it, is working on the computer to create my art.  Yes, I've done that before, but never in such a concentrated manner.  And I'm not as fast as I would like to be with it.  Also, I realized that when I worked traditionally, I was more physical about it.  I didn't stay sitting at a desk staring at it - I was standing sometimes, leaning over it, walking around the piece, getting close, moving further away before coming back in to make a change.  That process doesn't translate well working on a computer.  Also, my wacom is to the right of my screen, another thing to get used to because I feel a sense of disconnect from the image I am trying to create and my hand.  Perhaps one day I will be able to afford a fancy computer tablet thingy where I can draw right on the screen, but that isn't happening anytime soon.  Add to that, the fact we are also doing some work in Modo, a 3D program and I am running uphill some more.  Its a lot to take in and we are now reaching our 'mid-term' so to speak with session 6 happening this week.

Our assignments were an environmental design and a character design.  We had to do 9 of each in basic grayscale for the environments and mostly silhouette for the character.  The characters were a lot easier for me than the environments (in fact, I had to do the environments over again...).  

Once we were ok on this part, we had to choose 3 environments to do a more painterly study of and 3 character designs to develop.  I won't show all of them, just the ones that I think I'm moving forward on (still not sure). 

Its supposed to be a forest but the feeling of the game I'm sort of creating these for is Industrial, so I'm trying to create an 'industrial feel' to something that is meant to be organic.  On top of that, I have to use Modo to create a 3D environment and then paint in Photoshop on top of that.

And here is the character.  One of the things I was told was that it is hard for players to connect to a main character if they don't have any sense of their 'humanity' so I lost the full helmet to reveal more of her.  Which was nice because I really like the hair. 

I have to develop these further into more final images.  We aren't going to be doing them in color, just the grayscale.

So... that's where things are right now.  I'll be working on more stuff, both for my classes and jewelry.  And of course, trying to blog more because I find myself coming up with things to write more and more as my mind moves forward. 

Another reminder: The Etsy shop is open so go check it out!: Stormwolf Studios Etsy shop!

Las Vegas at Last...

Its been awhile - a long one I know - since I've been active online.  I'm just getting back in the swing of things and with all the rest of my life, so I apologize for the silence on my end.  As I'm sure many of you know, I've moved from Kansas to Nevada - specifically Las Vegas, NV. 

Loki wondering where all our things have gone.

Packing up the house was a long process and if you've moved, you understand the special hell that is.  I did start out being very specific about what was going into what box; you know, trying to be organized about it.  By the end though I was like, "Just put it in a box." What started out as being worried about the weight of the box ended up being "Whatever, its in there, tape it up."  Poor Loki was rather confused and grew more and more nervous about the whole thing, but there was little I could do to comfort her, except try and assure her and keep to our standard schedule.  I also tried to keep her things right where they were.  The guys we hired to load the truck we were renting came and loaded all our stuff in about 3 hours, which was great - initially.  More on that later.  Due to timing, we ended up spending the night in our empty apartment so we could drive out in the morning, which confused Loki further.

Still, she managed to make herself quite comfortable with the blanket I was going to use to sleep on the floor with.

I can assure you that she made that nest herself from a comforter that had been laid out flat on the floor and that we had nothing to do with it, other than laughing after she was done.  Of course, after all of that hard work she ended up sleeping somewhere else.

Yes, THIS is much more comfortable.

The next morning we got up and continued cleaning up the apartment while packing up the last few items into Mom's car and my car.  My car was going to get hitched to the back of the 22 foot truck that my brother was going to drive for us to Las Vegas.  I was in a sort of weird place of being tired and energized at the same time.  We didn't leave at the exact time we wanted, but we dropped off our keys to the old place and then as my brother went his way, we went ours. 

Road out of Kansas

Now, I'll point out that I am an intelligent human being, but for some reason, my brain wasn't working well on this trip.  Had we sat and talked about it, we probably would have done a caravan with the truck along the Southern route which would have avoided the mountains - which the truck would have had a hell of a time getting through.  I would have also made sure that my brother had the keys to my car that he was pulling behind the truck.  Neither of these things happened.  We went the Northern route which was supposed to be faster and he went the Southern route.  I believe some of the thinking was that my brother was planning on pushing through and not stopping and we weren't going to do that.  To possibly get there ahead of him, we were going the other, shorter route.  I think that was the reasoning.

Rain in the distance...

The drive itself wasn't too bad, just long.  We did hit just about EVERY weather front as we drove to the West.  We got rain on and off as we headed towards Colorado (where we planned to stop the first day) as well as high winds.  In the mountains, we got snow - yes it was snowing a lot, not just a few flurries and some picturesque views of white.  I think there was even hail and sleet a few times mixed in for good measure.  I was glad when we got  on the other side of it. 

It was during this first day that we realized that we had miscalculated on how we should have handled the driving and all.  Now, my brother, the amazing, beautiful and giving man that he is (and that is said with no sarcasm - I mean every word), will tell you that none of what happened was a big deal, but on our side, it was panic and worry. 

While driving along, I got a call from my sister-in-law.  It had been a mistake on the dialing as she'd meant to call a cousin, but while she had me on the phone she told me that my brother ran out of gas and was stuck on the side of the road and he was hitchhiking.  At this point she also mentioned that he didn't have the keys to my car which might have helped because he could have backed it off the trailer and driven for gas somewhere.  We were driving through some rain at the time so we had images of my poor brother, soaked to the bone, hitchhiking on some highway somewhere in the middle of nowhere.  I tried to call him and text him to see what was going on and if he was all right.  We were prepared to turn somewhere and get down to him.  Time passed and as it did, the worry grew and grew.  I was praying to G-d he was okay and making deals with him and my Father to watch over him and get him safely home to his family. 

Finally, he called and was in good humor, though we were just about frantic by that time.  I thank G-d and my Father that a kind-hearted person picked him up and helped him out - not only taking him to get gas, but taking him back to the truck as well.  He was fine and all was well.  I can only hope my sister-in-law will forgive us for causing any worry on her part.  I know we wanted an adventure, but sometimes, the real thing and the imagined thing are miles apart.

The second day of driving was actually pretty amazing for no other reason than the gorgeous vistas we were treated to.  I have to admit that I was a bit emotional about it (or it was the 5-Hour energy drink, I can't be sure entirely).  Every mile or so was another view, another amazing sight of nature.  The rock formations changed from red to yellow and sometimes even green!  I can't describe it and I took as many pictures as I could and I'm hoping one day to be able to do that drive again so I can stop and take better photos (a moving car isn't the best way to photograph things).

I will say this: Anyone who has wondered why we should bother saving the environment or respecting nature should take this drive and see how absolutely amazing and beautiful the world can be.  It is awe-inspiring and blessed and we should respect what we have been given. 

It saddens me that for many, all they can see is a place to build a shopping center.

By the time we pulled into Las Vegas, I think we were all tired and the sun was setting.  Mom and I got a weird case of the giggles, realizing that we were actually doing it: We were moving and going to be living in Las Vegas. 

The place itself is very nice.  It has a high ceiling and a little porch and a nice sized kitchen.  The bathrooms are huge - like almost the size of a small bedroom.  We have a corner fireplace and central air along with a dishwasher and washer/dryer.  The cost is only a little more than what we were paying in Kansas and gas prices are about the same as well, so if anyone was curious, cost of living isn't bad here. 

We do have a view of the strip from our porch, though its not like its so amazing as to be  postcard picture - still, it is very cool.

View from our porch of the Las Vegas Strip!

We are about 10-15 minutes from the airport, which is also pretty convenient and there are places to shop for food and plenty of restaurants all over.  Its a very nice area and I don't think we could have done better if we tried - so big thanks to my cousin's girlfriend who found this place for us and met us with the keys!  Right now, we'll be here for a year as per the lease, but we'll see what happens after that.

Now, referring back to the guys who loaded the truck in 3 hours.  First, I will say, we were more concerned with getting things on the truck because we had so much, so we were at fault for how we told them to get things on.  We told them to get furniture on first then directed them to load on the boxes and then stuff in storage.  

When we got the gentlemen here in Las Vegas to unload the truck, we were given a rather unpleasant surprise.  See, the guys in Kansas basically just tossed everything in.  They put boxes on furniture, didn't bother stacking things right or putting things properly on.  We were just so grateful they fit everything, we didn't bother thinking about how it was on.  This led to us losing Mom's desk whose legs got broken.  We lost my bed stand which lost a leg as well and a few other things got damaged.  This also meant that the 2 guys unloading the truck had to take a longer time unloading because they had to be careful about how they removed things - if they weren't then everything would fall out or collapse.  Just a warning - be aware of what people you hire are doing with your things when they load it on a truck.  Lesson learned.

Anyway - I had a day to unpack and do some laundry as much as possible and then I had my first day of class at the Red Engine School in Los Angeles.  At the advice of my cousin, I tried to leave at noon though ended up leaving at 1 p.m. to drive out there.  There is no question that the drive is about 4 hours and change.  A lovely friend at work contacted her daughter-in-law who used to do the commute for some alternate and possibly faster routes, though the time was still about the same.  The first time going out, I relied on my GPS only to get me there and tried to see how it would go. 

It was a pretty boring drive - most of it being on Route 15 which takes you through desert.  I passed the Mojave and Death Valley.  Also, there is a road called Zzyzx Road.  So, avoid that because obviously that is where The Drow hang out. 

Getting into L.A. itself was nerve-wracking.  I don't know if you've ever driven in Los Angeles but you shouldn't do that to yourself if you can avoid it.  You should like yourself enough to not put yourself through that.  It gets a bit hairy in a few places and I was thankful to get off the highway (specifically Highway 10).  I found myself in Korea town and managed to get a parking space in the lot near the school.  I found The Red Engine school and decided that since it was about 5 p.m. and class didn't start till 7:30, I would go get some food.  At the corner was a lovely place called The Loft Cafe.  Its was rather charming inside to be honest. 

After hanging out there for a while, till about 7, I left and headed to the school.  Inside was not exactly what I was expecting to be honest.  I had been to schools like Gnomon and VFS that had large computer class rooms set up in a way so you faced the front or towards your teacher.  Because this was a converted store front, the tables were against the walls of the long thin lower floor.  There was a large monitor at the back which was to be used to show whatever the instructor was doing to the students.  Stairs lead to an upper floor, but I'm not sure what was up there and offices were in the back.  We brought our own laptops as instructed so there was only the instructor's computer in there. 

The front door apparently locks when it is closed, so during class, there were, what I felt, frequent interruptions as someone had to get up and let in whoever was outside.  To get in, people then walked through our 'classroom' so there were individuals going back and forth.  There were also people going up and down the stairs and some of the office staff were a bit loud while talking.  I felt annoyed about that because there we were, in a class, and it wasn't like it was a surprise that we were sitting there.  I'm hoping next week that the interruptions and such are a lot less. 

The first class was more about introductions.  The instructors Zach and Gabe are both professional artists in the entertainment industry.  Both have worked on video games and on movies and production, so they have a lot of experience.  Both also worked for Rhythm & Hues and I had asked them about the current situation in the VFX industry.  They agreed that was a long discussion that could take a whole class, but they did say simply that the industry is changing.  Not that it was bad, but things are changing and it doesn't mean that its going to go away - just that it is going to be different.  How different remains to be seen.

Each person in class introduced themselves and when we got to me, I told them I was living in Las Vegas and commuting once a week for the class.  This garnered me some "Are you serious?" from the other students but both Zach and Gabe said "That's some dedication."  I think overall they thought I was crazy. 

The classes are going to be more personalized than they have been in the past, with the instructors working with us as individuals on individual projects, focusing on things they felt would help with our end goals.  Then we went over our first homework which was actually a three part assignment.  The first part was to take movie stills or images from artists (dead ones), putting them in grayscale, then recreating them in Photoshop using 5 point grayscale with white and black being 2 of the levels.  The second part was to come up with a pitch synopsis of the project we want to work on and this would lead to creating 3 reference pieces.  We had to collect reference images for 3 different aspects of our project: Mood, First Character and First Environment.

Grayscale study  - Photo on top, my interpretation on bottom.

Mood Reference

Having not done homework in a long time and still being in the middle of unpacking, it was a bit of a struggle to get to everything.  I have done all my homework thank you very much - but I feel a bit pulled.  I still have a lot of unpacking to do, as well as start looking for a job.  It will be a challenge to get this all worked out, but I am looking forward to my second day of class!

So, that's about all in a very broad sense.  Once more stuff is put away and I can access more things, I'll get my Etsy shop back up and running.  There will be jewelry of course and my prints back up for sale.  I don't know if I'll be making more new stuff right away as time is constricted, but I will definitely keep you all up to date with classes and try to share my progress along the way. 

Thank you for the support of friends and family!  I appreciate all the kind words and encouragement from all of you and will endeavor to do my very best if not better!

How to Be A Con Artist Part I

Not long ago a con friend of mine (and sort of former student of mine) recommended that I post the information I shared in a class I held at conventions on 'how to be a convention artist'.  The class was pretty popular and I enjoyed teaching it because I had felt there were a lot of young people jumping into the artist alley and were sort of floundering.

Before I get too into the information, allow me to sort of introduce myself (if you don't already know me).  My name is Georgia Horesh and my company is Stormwolf Studios.  I graduated with a BA in illustration/cartooning from The School of Visual Arts.  The first convention I attended was Otakon in 1995.  I basically hitched a ride with some people I knew and ended up in the middle of nowhere, where the convention was being held.  And I believe I was only 1 of 5 or 7 girls that were attending.  The following year, I went with some friends who had a fanzine titled Phantasy Flight and it was there at that point that I began trying to sell copies of art I had done, at the table. 

For many young artists going to conventions now, you should know, they weren't the same back then.  Without getting into war stories I can tell you the following: There weren't many anime conventions, the artist alleys were almost all 'first come first serve' and usually set in a hall somewhere in the hotel, there were almost zero to none girls sitting at tables drawing and there were no 'professional' prints or toys or crafted items.

My table at Otakon 1998

When you got to the convention, you had to get up stupid early to grab a table where the artist alley was being held (and it was usually made up of whatever tables the convention could get from the hotel staff and chairs) and you did NOT leave till late into the night.  If you left, your table was going to be grabbed by someone else.  We sat with our prismacolor markers and did commissions for the most part and for low low prices.  By the time I got involved in the artist alley, many of the guys there already knew each other from the convention circuits.  I was one of the few who started selling Kinko copies of my art and most of the work was commissioned pieces; And it was almost all traditional hand done art.

Over time, more women came into the artist alley and more prints and copies came in.  The conventions took a long time to accept the artist alley as a legitimate and worthwhile aspect of the weekend.  It really was the unwanted step-child most times.  You had to rely more on the Art Show and selling pieces there than people walking through the artist alley and buying your stuff.  The reasons most of the artists were there in the Alley weren't many.  They boiled down to: wanting to network with other artists, hanging with friends, improving their artwork and skill, and to make some money.  Making money was either for themselves as a job or to simply have money to go into the Dealer's room to buy stuff.  (I think most money went to the Dealer's Room)

Otakon 2000

I attended conventions like Otakon, Katuscon, Nekocon, and other smaller anime cons.  I also attended Dragon*Con, Balticon, San Diego Comic-Con and other non-anime cons.  So I did have a view of different types of conventions.  Also, I was able to gain a different perspective on the artists that attended these different conventions.  Those that had a table at Dragon*Con were not the same type that would get a table at Otakon.  Most of the non-anime conventions stayed the same over the years, though the buyer's market shrank as the economy suffered.  Anime conventions though, went through a larger change that most attendees probably weren't even aware of.

Artist Alleys started charging for tables, initially to help out artists who were tired of having to stake a claim all day on a spot - many who ran the artist alleys were artists themselves who understood what their friends were going through; and we were all friends.  We all knew each other.  What this did was help make the Alley a more legitimate place and the convention made a bit of money from selling table space - like the Dealer's Room.  The number of artists that began wanting tables grew and so did the Artist Alley.  More girls began setting up shop and the tables started being just that; a shop. Over time, it wasn't just drawn art that was being sold, but t-shirts, key chains, cups, jewelry, hats and costume pieces, along with clothes for dolls and more.

Katsucon 2000

Some convention staff handled the changes better than others.  There was often friction between artists and staff as table placement or space was brought into question.  Then there was content allowances that had to be followed as some conventions didn't want too much fan art (I'll talk more about fan art in another post), or what was considered craft compared to what was considered art.  Remember, many con-staff were people who remembered the hand drawn artwork of years before and didn't want that overshadowed in the Artist Alley by items that were mass produced.  In fact, some convention Artist Alleys would not allow some artists to show their work if there was too much mass produced items and would direct them to the Dealer's Room.

That was just in the Artist Alley - changes were happening at the conventions too.  During the late 90's there was a boom of anime and manga in the United States.  Part of it is thanks to Cartoon Network.  The other thanks is to stores like Barnes & Nobles who started carrying manga on their shelves.  See, previous to that, the ONLY place you could get manga and anime was at the conventions in the Dealer's Room - and most of that was probably illegal to be honest (though some cons were more careful about that sort of thing than others).  People came to the cons to get all the latest stuff (and keep in mind, the web was still new to most and not widespread AND there were no downloads to be had), see the newest animes and buy all the dolls, posters and cells they could afford.  It was the only way you could.

Katscon 2001

When all things Japanese became cool here in the U.S. that changed the market.  While it expanded the convention attendance numbers, it also expanded the market of buyers in the artist alley.  There was a boom of sorts for us artists.  Most attendees were young people with money to burn.  Yes, there were many who said they had just 'spent all their money in the Dealer's Room' or didn't even know about the Artist Alley,  yet there were still enough to buy art or get a commission done.

Of course, all booms burst don't they?

With the economy falling apart in the mid-2000's, the amount of money being able to be spread around began to dry up.  People stopped buying stuff in the Dealer's Room or ordering manga and anime through the companies legitimately distributing them and got those through web piracy instead.  There was less money to be made in selling items people could easily get by surfing the internet for a free copy.  While I was going and doing well, over time, my ability to cover my cost for attending a convention began to get compromised.  I had to cut back on the cons I was going to because if I couldn't guarantee making my money back, there was just no way I could go.

Then my personal life changed. 

Due to money and moving, I haven't been to a con in the last 3 or 4 years.  I know now that women in the Artist Alley are either even in number or outnumber the men.  I take some pride in knowing that, I was one of the pioneers in there...  Perhaps I helped make other girls feel more comfortable setting up their tables, or inspired another young artist to try and compete with the boys.  The downside of course was that I created my competition in the end, but hey, that's how it goes right? 

I am hoping to start attending cons again when I resettle on the East Coast.  I know Otakon is going to have a convention in Las Vegas so that might be where I start once more.  Who knows.

NekoCon 2007 or 2008. Courtesy of Deirdre MeClintock

I do know I miss my friends from the conventions.  I miss trading sketchbooks and drawing for fun in them, laughing with other artists, inspiring each other, doing the grind of commissions.  I miss talking to attendees or seeing their face light up when they see something on my table that they love.  I miss drinking way too much coffee and staying up much later than necessary (the hour of 'stupid-o'clock) working on commissions I was determined to get done for the next day.  I miss the feeling I got when I sold my work to someone, or when they would just look through my portfolio and like what I did.  I miss the actual drawing too; the way my brain had to come up with something for a commission or a new piece of art to put in the Art Show.

Perhaps that chapter of my life is done as I start the new one, or perhaps it can be part of it.  I'll have to wait and see.

But that ends this first part - I wanted you to get a sense of my history in the Artist Alley and where I am coming from before getting into anything.  Next post will be more specific information for you guys.

See part II here: How To Be A Con Artist Part II

Spring might have sprung...?

Two days in a row of nice weather does not a change in seasons make and I am hesitant to trust this when I've heard the temperatures are due to drop again and some snow might fall somewhere.  Winter has got a death grip on this year. 

Buds on the tree behind the yard of our apartment. 

It is a little bit poetic.

I'll be moving in a few short weeks to Las Vegas and starting a new career path, and while that's great, there is a part of me that is loathe to the change.  I suppose its normal.  We get comfortable with what we know, what's familiar - not that there is anything wrong with that.  Here in Kansas I have my brother and his family who I love dearly; I have some good friends I really like and a job that I usually enjoy.  I know my way around the area - how to get to places I like and want to go to.  There are museums, theaters (stage and movie versions), shopping and a home.  All of it is now familiar to me and I hate to say goodbye to all of it.

Loki with her Spring haircut and finery!

But I'm still moving forward.  I'm letting go of the familiar to move to the new: New place, new people and new career.  And luckily for me, I am not as stubborn as Winter has been this year.

Of course, that doesn't make the packing go any easier!  Have I ever mentioned that I hate packing?  If not, let me be clear: I HATE PACKING!

Now, it isn't like I don't know how to do it.  I've moved numerous times in my life; about 5 or 6 times in my adult lifetime.  I know the drill.  And yes, the fantasy that 'once I get to where I'm going, I'll settle and go through things and set things up as I want' plays through my head every time.  Let me tell you, that never happens.  Partly its because the last two places I have lived have been sort of temporary - pit stops to other places.  Even here.  We hadn't planned on staying in this particular place - the original plan was for me to find a job and then move to a place on my own.  There was no real unpacking or settling or going through anything.  I'm afraid that the place in Las Vegas will be the same.  It might become Mom's home, but it won't be mine.  The plan is for me to go to classes, get my portfolio set and get a job in the gaming industry and probably move to where ever the new job is.  (By the way, please send good thoughts and wishes for that to happen!)

Because I don't want to just take everything again, I'm going through all the boxes that have been hanging out with me and seriously considering what I want to keep and what to get rid of.  That's worked well for a lot of weird odds and ends and art supplies and such but the big downfall for me is books.  And this isn't just books that you read.  Thanks to my Nook and ebooks, I have managed to get a lot of books in digital format.  Of course, I am still keeping a good number of actual books because they are special to me (ALL my Neil Gaiman books). 

That of course does not help me with all the art books and reference books that I have accumulated over the years.  Some I am letting go, but most I am keeping - not just because I love them and know they will be useful to me even in my future career, but because some cannot be replaced.  And the truth is, there is no replacing some of these books and their beautiful illustrations - or the experience of looking through them. 

For a look at the insanity, are some of the books I am going to be letting go to various places (friends, Public Library etc..):

For  comparison, here are books I am keeping so far:

Kill me...

Yes, that's my bed in there. 

Right now I have been going through and trying to organize them so the artbooks by the same artist are together (I love Mucha and have a few books of his work as well as Amano and Erte), but there is so much and it is very overwhelming.  I know I am reaching that point where I'm going to start just packing everything and throwing my hands up in despair - waiting till I find a permanent home so that I can unpack these books and place them on shelves. 

I suppose the upside is that I am cleaning out my library... Spring cleaning if you will.  Just wish Spring didn't come with allergies! 

In other news, as you may know, I am closing my Etsy shop tomorrow since I'll be putting all my focus into the move and won't be able to keep track of sales and shipping items out.  That means if you were thinking of getting anything from the shop, you HAVE to get it today or tomorrow.  With Mother's Day coming up fast, this is the last time you'll be able to get something for her.

With that, I have to head back into my room and continue tackling the piles of books.  Wish me luck....