After about 2 years of using Blogger, I've decided to come back to Word Press for my blogging needs. While I don't update as much as I'd like too, I couldn't see letting what few posted I had just disappear from my delete account. So, being the little pack rat I'm capable of being, I've copy and pasted my previous blogs in to one giant post!
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Monday, November 4, 2013
6th Annual Tucson Comic-con: Days 1 & 2
I sold enough prints to turn a small profit which was nice, however, I don't do this for the money. Yes, the dollar bills keep me in business, but it was equally satisfying just to see people point out their favoriteillustrations on my wall of stuff or utter a "cool!" or "pretty!" as they walked by.Aside from the awesome attendees, I am happy to report I had some awesome booth neighbors too. I admit, I've had neighbors who were less than awesome in the past, so it's always a blessing counted when they are courteous and polite even when you only have to deal with them for two days.Over all, the con was a great experience and I very much look forward to manning a booth again next year. The Tucson comic-con holds a special place in my heart as my first convention ever and it's been a joy to watch the convention grow through the years. I'm sure next year will be even bigger than this one. As long as I'm able to keep meeting fantastic people and as long as it all remains a fun experience, I'll continue to go. As of right now, I don't see any of that changing.Now on to the next!!!Best regards always,Sam :]
Saturday, November 2, 2013
6th Annual Tucson Comic-con: Day 0
Friday, September 13, 2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
My hunger monster is a sucker for subliminal messaging.
I am a girl that is easily persuaded by food and even more easily impression-ed by seeing it in media. If it looks good on TV, I'll instantly crave it! I have to avoid the Food Network and the Cooking Channel. My hunger monster just can't handle it. One example is when I watched the k-drama Pasta. As I cheered for the two leads to fall in love, my tummy cheered for some Olive Garden. I craved pasta and Italian food for months after I had finished the series! So, it wasn't a surprise that I developed a craving for seolleongtang after watching Brilliant Legacy/Shinning Inheritance
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Happy New Year! Happy 2013!
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Early Morning Conte Stick FAIL
Conte sticks are hella messy, to say the least. I thought I was bad with oil paint, but these may take the cake. My bad habit of resting my hand on the work surface did me ZERO favors with this particular endeavor. Right off the bat, I ended up smearing black conte stick stuff all over the paper. In an effort to fix it, I just kept adding more and more conte stick stuff. In retrospect, that was a stupid thing to do. I was smearing what was already on the paper as it was, what made adding more seem like a good idea? I would love to blame the fact I hadn't had breakfast yet, and thus my decision making skills were in a weakened state, but I think it was just my being dumb in the moment. My cute doodle of my BFF's son was quickly becoming my own version of the botch ecce homo fresco. The more I added, the worse it got. Stuff started falling out of proportion and my hands just got more and more caked with conte as the stuff got more and more smeared over the paper.
At one point I kinda half gave up and just started making squiggly lines all over it. I'm not one for giving up completely, but there is a point when you should know when to fold them and try again with a new hand.In the end, I didn't manage to save the drawing or make it into a nice piece of artwork. Instead, it ended up being a mess of lines and a mess of black conte stuff all over my hands. I don't feel discouraged though. One must begin somewhere. Sometimes, as the case with oil painting, I started off with a mega-huge step forward. In this particular instance, my first step was very small. The important detail, however, that small as it was, it was still a step forward...and still not as bad as the botch ecce homo fresco, if I do say so, lol.My shinny, sunny morning is starting to blossom into an afternoon and my inner angry bear has turned in for the day. Time to make art for reals...or fail some more. Either way I'll continue my journey of improvement with every step and misstep of the way!Всего наилучшего!
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Pot Holes in the Path
Once the Vendor/Artist hall opened the flood of people to check out what I had to offer, akin to what I had experienced at previous conventions, never happened. In very basic terms, my table was out right ignored. Even more disheartening were those that did take a look at my work only to shrug and continue on their way. Both days were filled with those two scenes on repeat. With every new hopeful prospect stopping to look at my artwork, the Phoenix of my dreams was born only to die again and again in an explosion of flames as they dismissed my work.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
A New Frontier!
And so, I found a new quote to heed:"I am not fearless; I am courageous."Yes! It takes courage to forge forward with fear sitting on your shoulders whispering sweet nothings into your ear.I charged ahead with the painting and when all was said and done, I felt a little foolish for having almost been too afraid of failure to try (and too afraid to wait so long to try). The painting ended up really nice, my best work yet, if I do say so. Not to say there weren't times while painting that I still didn't have doubts about how it would turn out. At those moments, I had to just remind myself A) it's a commissioned piece, you don't have time to start from scratch, and B) BE COURAGEOUS!I also come to find how not hard oil painting is. Since the paint take a bazillion years (totally accurate number, by the way) to dry, fixing the umpteen mistakes I kept making was easier than what really should be allowed. I am certainly no master with oils, but I do feel my dream of becoming a world famous artist creating great works like those of DaVinci, Michelangelo, Rubens, and Monet is at least not as far fetched as I once thought.Dreams are always going to be full of challenges and obstacles to overcome, but with every challenge faced and won, those dreams get closer and the monster that is self doubt grows a bit more hushed in it's anti-encouragement.I wonder what the next challenge will be?I look forward to it.Всего наилучшего!- Sam :]
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
All that glitters may not be gold, but it still shines just as bright!
Even though it would have been appropriate to take a vacation from work to celebrate the holidays, I decided to forgo any extended break and continue to work diligently on art projects. (I did, however, take lots of time off from my office day job, but that doesn’t count.) Not surprisingly, working on art doesn’t feel much like work to me. I really enjoyed spending time on my latest projects. With Phoenix Comicon to prepare for, I hope to keep at this pace and expand my portfolio tenfold!
Unsurprising to me, watching the different acts struck the entertainer’s chord in my soul. Ever since my first performance in a play adaptation of Alice in Wonderland (as Alice) at the tender age of nine, I’ve held a desire in my heart to become an entertainer. The rush of being on stage is like no other! It is truly an amazing feeling. I must admit, I was very awestruck by the girls and their performances. That said, I don’t have an ounce of sexy in me. As fun as it looks, I think I would make a horrible burlesque performer. I’m far too mega-awkward and flat chested. (A flat chest is a status symbol! Hehe)One aspect of burlesque I do believe I could pull off, are the outfits! When that entertainer chord wasn’t being plucked, the fashionista in me was strumming away. Oh, how mega-amazing some of them were…before they came off. …Actually, even some of them when stripped where amazing. Bras and panties that glittery are made to be seen! I was just, simply in love with all of the designs. One of my favorite outfits being a Gothic Lolita 1800’s London look for a Jack the Ripper inspired performance. To be quite honest, that particular outfit, if not made to come apart, I would totally wear in public!
Monday, November 7, 2011
Ride on Shooting Star
Tucson comic-con has officially come and gone! The whole time I was there it felt so surreal. Even now, as I sit and type this, I still can't believe I showed my art to so many people in such a brazen way. For two whole days I put my heart and soul into the hands of strangers. Thankfully, no one took it upon themselves to crush my soul. There were people who passed by my table with disinterest and some that check it out only walk away with a look that says, "total crap", however, I was pleasantly surprised to hear positive feedback and comments that out numbered the bad and indifferent. Art is my life; I put my life on the line and walked away alive and well.I can't say I was totally uninjured though. Naturally, being the clumsy dork I am, I managed to fall off my hooker heels in no less than five minutes of being at the venue, in front of a large crowd of vendors. I personally believe such things are signs of good luck, kind of how in Japan and Russia it is considered good fortune to be pooped on by a bird. In any case everyone around me was good natured about it and other than some embarrassment I was able to pop back up, dust myself off, and laugh it off.The day it self was whirl-wind of talking to people tyring my hardest to sound both professional and cool. I'm not sure if I accomplished that, but it wasn't for not trying!I had a handful of friends and family visit me. It was so wonderful to see them. I truly believe I wouldn't be able to hold on to courage if it wasn't for all the support of my friends and family. I love them so much and I hope I can continue to make them proud.All in all, day was an incredible success. I didn't make a lot of money, but I did get a mega-ton of exposure that was well worth all the effort.Day two was much of the same. It was a little slower over all, but I did sell a few things and was able to give out my business card to a good number of folks. I was fortunate enough to have a decent table location. It was on the way to panels, near the rest rooms, next to a garage can, and next to a table having hourly raffles. Even if attendees had no intention of checking out my table, they couldn't help but to see my stuff.As I had mentioned earlier, the second day was slower than the first. Things never did pick up for the second day and so around 4:30pm many of the professional vendors started to pack up their tables. By 6:30 everyone was packed up and on their way out the door. It was kind sad to see the convention end so prematurely, however, I shamefully admit I didn't mind too much. All the excitement wore me out! By the end of day two all I wanted was a comfy bed and a pair of glasses. My contacts and falsies had given my problems all day long. There were few times it looked like I was crying due to my eyes being to itchy. Even though I was exhausted, I can't wait for the chance to do it all again.The whole affair was such a great learning experience for me. Today I took a well deserved rest, but tomorrow it's back to work. I've still got a long way to go before I've hit the big times, but I've finally started to taking those first steps down that golden road. I've got between now and May of next year to prepare for the even bigger Phoenix Comic-con. I'm gonna keep aiming for brighter stars until I can become one myself.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Wigs are mega-awesome!!!
|Nothing like running around town doing fancy things in fancy outfits.|
Just two more days until Tucson Comic-con!!! It feels so surreal! I don't think it will sink in until I'm actually at my table peddling my art. Tomorrow I'll get to set up my table. Since I wont have the time tomorrow, I'm doing my best today to get everything ready for tomorrow and Saturday. In a way, I'm also making up for the past two days of being a delinquent. Instead of working like I should have been, I ended up playing 999: 9 Hours, 9 Persons, 9 Doors. I know I should start such story heavy games while I have important things today, however, knowing and doing are two different things...hehehe...With that said, there is still so much I must get done today so with that I bid you adieu dear reader.Can't wait to post a new blog full of comic convention goodness! :D
Thursday, October 13, 2011
|The perfect way to start the weekend!|
|My kind of heaven!|
I enjoyed a little mini break from life in the great outdoors last week. Nothing beats a picnic out in the open and an after lunch nap under the sun. Thanks to the cooler weather, the wild life was out and about too. I got to see a bob cat, snake, mule deer, and a giant tree squirrel! While it was a well needed vacation (just for a day), I'm happy to be back into the groove of work.
|The tree I started sketching before falling asleep in the dirt. x]|
The convention gets closer everyday and on top of that, I also have a few commissions to finish up. Last night I was able to get one out of the way. Despite being excited to get started on a new project, I was also really nervous. I had decided to use a painting method I had never tried before. I discovered the "dry brush" technique about a month ago on YouTube and decided I wanted to give it a try. I tried looking for online tutorials, but the ones I found were not very helpful. Granted I probably didn't search as hard as I could have. A mixture of impatience and laziness fell over me as it often does when I'm mega-eager to get started. I ended up watching speed painting videos on YouTube and crossed my fingers that my brain could absorb the knowledge necessary on it's own.I have no doubt a master could view the video I made of it and tell from the start I'm an amateur, however, I am happy with the finished work over all. The dry brush method was really enjoyable. It's almost like a combination of sketching and painting. One thing I noticed I did "wrong" was I used a lot of paint. All the articles I came across boasted how you only need a pea sized dob of paint to paint a whole picture. Either way, I would love to use this method again. I hope to even become proficient enough with it to make coloured paintings, not just monochrome ones.With that project out of the way I have one more dog portrait to work on as well as a few more illustration I would like to have prepared in time for the convention.Until next time!xoxo- Sam :]
|DJ the dog - my very first oil painting!|
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
The Show Must Go On!
|Forget diamond, a dog is a girl's BFF!|
During that tumultuous week I've had to lay to rest my best friend and canine family member, Sara. After fighting back seizures for a little more than three years, they've finally bested her. I was a little worried my friends wouldn't understand the pain I felt over her loss since not everyone sees their pets as a regular member of the family, however, that worry was in vain. I couldn't believe how supportive everyone was for me in my time of grief. I can't express my appreciation enough to them. It took me six days to finally be able to think about with bringing myself to tears. Six days of crying enough to fill oceans has nourished my heart. I am happy to say, I now feel at peace with the whole situation and can smile at her memory. Unlike when she was alive, I can now take her anywhere I myself go, because she will live forever in my heart. (Plus she's cremated so she's not completely gone.)If saying good bye to my loyal fur ball wasn't enough, there was also the matter of my heart procedures I mentioned in my previous blog. The procedures themselves when well, however, the results were not what the doctor had hoped for. I'll find out this Thursdays if I will have to have heart surgery. All my friends and family are worried for me, however, oddly enough I am not. I'm more worried about it interfering with my art projects and upcoming comic convention than anything else.Just like a roller coaster isn't interesting with out ups AND downs, life too would be boring if all we had to report was "good" news. Life is an adventure and I want to see it all and DRAW it all!Until next time, may the remaining days of September be kind to you!See you in October! :)
|Sara: Jan 8th, 2005 to Sep 22, 2011Forever in my heart begging for treats and belly rubs. :]|
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Skate like you mean it!
|My awesome friends/co-workers.|
I really brought to life the saying of "get back up after falling down." Even though it wasn't my first time setting wheels on a rink, the 13 year hiatus did not do me any favors. I fell almost every chance I got and pretty much had to skate into walls and other skaters in order to stop.Even with all my flailing and falling, no one laughed or made fun of me (or anyone else that fell). Everyone was super chill and it made not giving up a cake walk. My friend Diane said, that even the really skilled skaters take spills now and then so no one laughs because sooner or later it will be them too kissing rink.Unfortunately for my comic book fantasies, I did not crash into any cute guys. Instead, I crashed into a very sweaty older man. Worse still I almost played red rover with my friend and his girlfriend. Nothing kills the mood I bet like a runaway girl on wheels as you skate while holding hands lovey-dovey like. It's times like this I am happy to be a girl. I crashed into groin level walls three times as much as I did people.
|Two seconds before I fell down. I blame the paparazzi flash.|
I'm still sore from falling and the skating it self after two days; I'm covered arms to toes in bruises. Despite pain, I wouldn't give any of it back for nothing. It was so much fun out there. It just goes to show that you should never give up too easily if at all. I may never become a good skater, but it wont be for tyring, nor will the embarrassment of failure hold down my enjoyment. In many ways, skating is a lot like life. There are times you soar with your feet on the ground and there are times when you trip and land on you face, and somehow you must learn to do both with grace.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Venturing out to Sea
"A ship is safe in harbor, but that's not what ships are for." -William Shedd
Nothing like a little bit of inspiration while wolfing down leftovers!The simple sentence made me pause for a moment to think about how so very fitting it is for my current situation. I have a good paying office job with the best employee benefits in town, but such comforts are my very own harbor. My heart lives in the ocean of creative expression and I yearn to sail out to it. Just as ships always stand the risk of losing their crews and masts to waves of storms and weather rage, I too risk it all by chasing after my dreams. Finances, emotions, time, energy, and pride are all at stake.Luckily, I am not one to scare easily. Sure I've come up to some dead ends and tripped a few times, but with every short coming I found some lesson to be learned. Most of these lesson are involving money at the current moment. Very quickly, I've come to know why the term "starving artist" exist. My biggest challenge is keeping the cost of my prints down. I worry over how to price things. Not too high, but not so low I can't recoup the expense. I'm not really looking to make money, just get my stuff out there and have enough to continue putting more out there.An artist in today's modern world requires more than just a smock and a french beret; one must also wear the suit and tie of a businessman. One resource that I can't recommend enough is the blessing that is a public library and thanks to my libraries nice assortment of small business how-to books that suit and tie combo is getting a little easier to put on each time I try.Very soon I shall sail out to the biggest risk of my artistic career yet, the Phoenix Comic Convention! I just found out today that registration will be open soon. Despite not having even one convention under my belt yet, I will be applying for an artist table. Spots go quickly and I don't want miss out because I waited too long.My lack of experience does cause me some worry. I worry if people will enjoy my hard work. I work if I will turn a profit enough to cover the cost of having my posters and prints made (all out of my own pocket expenses). I worry about not letting my friend and family down and having their belief in my drams go to waste. I worry about so much and yet, that quote about the ships is sticky noted to the top of my brain. I am a ship venturing further and further out to sea, just as I was meant t