The victims of fashion, art and cool here in town started a project of playing cards and invited some artists. I'm not even close from the art scene members here but I joined the project because a friend of mine, also named Thiago, was part of it. The thing was so disorganized that Thiago himself left the project. By seeing it as a good opportunity, I decided to continue. So each suit would be raffled between the artists involved something's wrong here, because the project has two whole decks but the number of artists doesn't fulfill even a single deck! But that's OK, not my problem. I was hoping to get some Club suit because I wanted to do something Celtic with green and orange, but unfortunatelly I got 2 of Diamonds.
It took me some time to start my project weeks, actually, and, to tell the truth, I started it today, and today is the deadline to deliver my art. Before getting to work, I thought a lot this morning on what to do. Then I decided by the candles and the owl. I drew this here in the office, digitalized it and put on the suit template they gave me.
This is when I have myself a probation on how I treasure and accept my own art. Coz most of the artists participating on the project are actually, I don't know how to call this... designers? Digital artists? Adobe Photoshop pilots (or pirates)? Whatever. They do colorful and psychedelic 3D computer arts and I come with this full-white/blank thing. Then I say to myself "Ease! I am what I am!"
And I've got a lot of delayed stuff, so I better control my ADD and start working hard.