Get over that social anxiety, or find ways to cope.
To get this out of the way first: If the anxiety is bad enough that it’s a hindrance to your daily life, get professional help. Getting a job in the art field is not the first or biggest thing you ought to be worrying about if that’s your situation.
Barring that, these are both excuses that anyone can overcome if they absolutely must. Of course, it’s difficult—but it’s necessary. A great majority of the artists I know have social anxiety and hate talking to strangers. In fact, I don’t know anyone who innately enjoyed or was ever even comfortable with talking to new, strange people right off the bat. Even myself, personally—I get legitimate panic attacks when ever I have to call my dentist to book an appointment. But the pain of letting something like that get in the way of my passionate career goals far exceeds the pain of having to call or talk to someone I don’t know—who intimidates me.
And this has to be the case for anyone in this situation. No one’s going to help you, you’ve gotta help yourself in this case. It sucks, and it might be totally unfair, but that’s the reality of it. That reality is not going to change itself for you.
As for being broke, it doesn’t cost money to fire off emails, it doesn’t cost money to be active in professional online communities, it doesn’t cost money to research potential employers in your area, and it doesn’t cost money to set up a meeting with someone relevant in your vicinity. If you don’t have the money for gas or public transit to make it to a meeting, then you best find a way to make it work for you. Carpool or something. If you live in a city, there are also plenty of industry meets around that don’t require a fee at the door.
I really appreciate Painted-Bee’s commentary, because I feel like it’s just too easy for artists to be wrapped up in what they can’t do, in how they’re not “there” yet. You just have to make it work. Don’t get bogged down about how life didn’t give you the right cards for success. Be creative, and work with what you got. It’s not supposed to be easy.
(Source: artist-confessions)
So the Little Prince, despite all the goodwill of his love, had soon come to mistrust her. He had taken seriously certain inconsequential remarks and had grown very unhappy.
… “In those days, I didn’t understand anything. I should have judged her according to her actions, not her words. She perfumed my planet and lit up my life. I should never have run away! I ought to have realized the tenderness underlying her silly pretensions. Flowers are so contradictory! But I was too young to know how to love her.”
Finally! I got time to work on this more this weekend, and I finished yaaay!
So you guys probably guessed by now that this is from Saint-Exupery’s The Little Prince. I’m not going to lie, this book changed my life. If it didn’t come to me when I needed it, well… I would be a very different person without it. And I realized that I subconsciously made parallels between my characters Vincent and Victoria with the Prince and the Rose. So, I dunno… I just wanted to draw it.
Weirdest painting I ever painted, ever.
It’s my animatic for the final film I’m working on! It will be done, dammit!
For all the time I spent on this… it still looks pretty rough, hahaha! The music I had in my mind went along with a song from the Coraline soundtrack (and surprisingly it fit very well with the beats in the film), but since it’s copyrighted I can’t use it here. Doesn’t matter anyway since I will be working with a composer in a few weeks. Exciting!
Also, the title is still pending! Titles are hard to make.
I inked these a couple weeks ago while hanging out with a friend watching terrible, terrible movies. Some concepts of Vicky’s two outfits in the film. I realize that red ensemble is becoming her trademark look now!
The animatic will be up either tonight or tomorrow. (unenthusiastic) yaaaaay
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Disney Moment of the Day: While performing “Mordecai” at the Doyle Lawson Bluegrass Festival in Denton, Josh Williams is joined on stage by a fine-feathered friend who is more than happy to sing along.
(Later requests to play “Free Bird” were promptly rejected.)
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There is literally no greater joy than having a bird perched on your hand. Gah!



