Right now I'm taking a break after finishing up my trib for the Jarlidium Press anthro 'zine "North American Furs", then it's back at the artwork! I've got to get the first of ten covers done for Superversive Press' big "Planetary Anthology" series...that's going to be nine planets (Pluto is counted as such), plus the Sun and Earth's Moon. Of course the first one is Mercury and all the covers will feature a "Golden Astronaut" and will basically be a story in themselves of his odyssey across the Solar System. This is going to be one of the most extensive projects I've done and I have to make it count. Also in the near term is another boo
2017 has been a year of High highs, and very Low lows...but I keep on truckin', and will go on to better things.
But in general, 2017 has sucked muy mucho, but hopefully that's in life's rear view mirror, and through struggle, determination, and no small amount of faith will continue the climb up.
On the suck wagon side is DEATH. My father, whom I haven't visited with in years...and that bad is on me...passed away early this year. I only wished I had an opportunity to have talked with him, but sadly dementia and distance prevented that from happening. How much I wanted to tell him how important he really was to me, and how now I understa
Sunday at around 3:15pm I let my beloved Togo Wolf leave this life.
He was more than just a pet, he was my friend, a pure love, and constant companion of nine years. His end came suddenly, Saturday morning after his walk he started going into decline, by midday he was barely aware. The cause was a most likely a brain tumor that damaged his body's ability to control it's temperature, and that damaged his organs.
He would never recover, and I let him go. My final act of love.
The Pain is so much, the void so huge.
Togo is survived by his large brood, one son, several daughters, and several grandbabies...including the two little she-wolves
After talking with the current con-ops fellow, it would seem that I'm back in the saddle again to do A-Kon's badges and staff shirt.
Yay. Sort of yay.
They want something else, no more Geishabots, "it's time for something new", apparently branding means nothing. Also they want a male mascot along with a female one...sounds like the militant yaoi crowd demanded a change. It would seem that some of you that responded to my last journal were correct about the way things are going, but they don't want to lose all of the old A-Kon crew( most of which have quit or moved on), and were seemingly happy to have me do the work.
But I've got s
I'm upset. Maybe I've become sensitive about my art and years of effort I've put in, but the seemingly off hand dismissal of the value of my work by the current A-Kon staff has really upset me. It would seem that the Geishabots are no longer desired, it time for a change from the iconic robot girls, and the work has been given to others without notice. Oh, they will be happy to use anything I give them and use it for any shortfalls in art coverage. Plus they will still let me have my artist alley table for this year.
This has made me a tad bit upset, doing the work for A-Kon has ment so much to me.
Why is it that I can have fans, foll