09.13.06
Loup Garoo
Changes:
Finally have a moment to breathe, take a quick look around, before launching off into a new wave of frenetic work. A quick summation of projects, finances, and new potentials…
Gotta get obsessed with the ‘Sovereignty’ animation, as work from the Director is proceeding faster than anticipated, if he’s asking me about new hard drives for his computer, which means he’s going into edit mode, (which is defined as hiding from the world, hunched over the computer unto the wee hours, playing video clips ad nauseum and trimming them judiciously) and aside from a few tech questions, will not have any new projects for me, so no excuses.
I think in order to truly get that “50’s” look that he wants, I’ll have to bite the bullet and buy a tablet, so I can draw out frames by hand, which, while laborious, does yield the look I want…
Also think I’m putting the video-game texture mapping aside for the nonce, as the German team is winding down, and I have little time to create new assets. (But if something falls in my lap and I have stuff already done, believe me, I’ll sell them in a heartbeat)
Which brings me to the money situation- I’m finally at a point that I can whittle away at the ol’ credit card debt, the dentist is done, taxes paid off, hot water heater bought, installed and working, and the Director reimbursed my expenses for the fake blood experiments, which I desperately needed. Perhaps I should sell this painting (again):
Over the course of my (checkered) career, I have loaned, sold, given and donated this painting numerous times. Everyone loves it, but somehow I find it back in my possession, and all told, I’ve made several grand from selling it to various collectors and somehow, I’ve been able to barter services to regain it. If I ever achieve fame as a painter, I’ll give it to the Met, and then promptly die and be buried with it, just to keep this streak going…
Hell, I will try to sell it again - the Smooth One is getting married next month, and we plan on a pretty hefty bachelor party, replete with virgin sacrafices, Rat pack-esque parties and leaving flaming bags of dog-shit on the White House front porch. Stay tuned.
