Fetishman

0) more and more cartoons accumulate at the website and yet you sit idly by? go there! go there now! or risk not seeing last friday’s wee joke.

1) woo! i’m booked to do a stall at the mighty bristol. UK comic convention awesome!

2) LFF again next weekend – come and find me, and if you’re lucky i’ll be taking commissions for tiny uncompromising drawings of teddy bears.

the london fetish fair

sunday 13th january, from 12 noon – 6pm

£5 entry on the door

Shillibeers

1 Carpenters Mews, North Road (off Caledonian Road)

Islington, London N7 9EF

(nearest tube Caledonian Road)

http://www.londonfetishfair.co.uk/

3) why, i ask you, am i throat deep in work that is sucking the life out of me (and not in a sexy way)? i don’t exactly know myself. i believe a re-think of my current strategy may be in order. probably involving me drawing a lot more so, you know, win for you guys. and me. RAAAR! DOWNTOWN TOKYO BE IN PERIL! FLEE MY BIG RUBBERY LIZARD COSTUME! etc.

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jaysus, mad life at the second. getting stuff done. no 9 to 5 means there’s a constant feeling like i’m slacking (and to be honest i think that’s a good thing – stuff needs doing and letting a chance like this slip by would be a world of stupid). so yeah, making money be a good thing. at which point i had a thought …

i don’t feel like an artist – i feel like a cheeky bastard who has a fair understanding of humour and an effective but thankfully-unique drawing style. ~however~ what if i think of myself as an artist? the upshot of this is that i go about finding how to put prints in galleries (cafe galleries seem less intense, but i suppose galleries are part of it too …) and using existing stuff to make money in whole new ways (yeah i’ll draw new stuff eventually, it’s more the principal of the thing so i’m reluctant to engage in a flurry of watercolours when my strengths are penmanship and humour, if you see what i mean).

i’ve asked a couple of peeps who seemed to think it worked. ~how~ i go about it is a whole other kettle of.

[note: this is not a whiny self-pitying cry for votes of support like “but you’re good” – in many ways that’s irrelevant, anyone posting as such is inviting withering scorn. scorn i say. dear god, in a few days i’ll be able to call myself “a resident artist” for the fetish cafe/gallery in london so i’m taking it on faith that i’m not shat.]