Supportive
Jul02
on 07/02/2015
at 12:01 am
It’s not exactly inexpensive to be an artist. There’s supplies, framing, entrance fees, gallery fees, and on and on. And people wonder why they call us “starving”… because this month’s food budget went to tabling at The Capitola Art and Wine Fest (which, by the way, I can’t afford to take part in). Sheesh.
Here’s a few toons on Supporting the arts… I wonder if this first one was seen by the Patreon people (see! It was really Randie’s idea! Compensation!):
…and Patreon.
Online financial supportiveness is amazing! We’ve come so far! I’m a fan of Patreon… Wink!
Randie might could like Patreon, if she can get her act together!
Oh, my, yes. I’m lucky enough that southern California has as many conventions as it does, because travel and lodging will eat into any exhibiting artist’s earnings unless they are making a metric crapload of money. It’s a shame that a lot of conventions charge so much for tables (I guess they have to make money, too) because I’ve had to gradually phase out a lot of shows that just didn’t profit enough to warrant a repeat visit.
…and although I love Portland to death, I’m just going to say this and run like the dickens: I wasn’t impressed by Voodoo Donuts. Not bad, but not the Holy Grail of bakeries that everyone makes it out to be (now, badmouth Powell’s Books and I’ll come and clobber ya).
You need not run from your criticism of Voodoo Doughnuts. You are not the first to point out the quality of their donut. In this day in age of foodie-ism and gourmet junk food, Voodoo is not the pinnacle of the donut eating experience. It is the combination of their marketing, oddball-ness, and sense of fun that makes Voodoo an icon of donuthaus coolness.
If you say a word against Powell’s Books… I will book a ticket to LA. Promise.
Forgot to mention, nice panel layout and borders. Very Ralph Steadman!
Much Gratitude… I’m aiming for more LOOSEness… like Mr. Steadman or Ben Shahn, for sure!
When I lived in California, I had a job delivering bundles of newspapers to the paperboys/girls of Huntington Beach. And my friends and I used the beach there as our primary source of water fun beachery.
But my favorite story about HB is when I talked to a 90+ year-old lady at an Anaheim bus stop once. She’d been in Orange county since she was a kid. (And since this conversation took place in 1980, that means the 1890s!) She told me that in the evening she could hear the waves crashing against the shore from Anaheim, which is about six miles from the beach. And every summer, her dad would bundle up her and her sisters into the wagon and take them down to Huntington Beach and set up the tent and supplies for the girls and leave them there for a few weeks of summer fun.
Needless to say, I had a wonderful time talking with her and was disappointed when the bus showed up.
That woman was OLD!
It amazes me to think that you could hear the ocean IN ANAHEIM!
The funny thing is, I lived in Huntington Beach and worked in Anaheim! It took me 40 minutes to get to work… with the stoplights and traffic and all! It makes it seem much farther away.
People say that back in the day, you could used to hear the ocean in Salinas, a good 8-10 miles from the waves. But with only the train to make any real noise, I guess that would be possible. What noise pollution we’ve created!
That must’ve just been a fabulous conversation! It’d certainly make for a good short story!
Yeah, I know this hurt all too well. I wrote a book. I got it done through a self-publishing company. I live in northern Canada. You can imagine how far the book has spread since I live below the poverty line and thus have ZERO money for advertising and travel, and an equal amount of time. The fact some people can manage the travel and sale life blows my mind! Sadly as a loner in this society of ours I have a very thin support network, so I’ve had to go back to making a living rather than chasing dreams. Might be why I try so hard to help other people do it.
I don’t know how some artists do it! They get themselves from convention to convention, procure a booth, and hotels and such… and I am amazed at their ability to do so. Either they have great debt, or live on that ridiculously fine line. It’s a touch road. I have noticed that some artists use Kickstarter and Patreon to fund their road trips… which gives them a means.
What is your book about, Trev?
Alternate history france, a murder mystery right about the time nobility was losing power to the merchant classes. Young nobleman starts exploring the world a bit and gets swept up in a twenty year old mess of questions and danger. It’s called .The Long Shadow of Harold Gray. if you care to look it up! I can always use feedback.
OK Trev, I bought it (Kindle edition).
Much obliged! Do let me know what you think!
It was once said of Charlie Brown’s father, a barber, that once you pay for your comb and scissors, everything else is gravy.
Yes, it’s true… you learn a craft and then you do it. You do have to put out your shingle and then shout at the top of your lungs for business.
Brig,
I preferred Randi as a blonde with a rounder face. Turning her into a clone of Midge was ill-advised.
There hasn’t been much actual humor yet that I can see. It seems to be a drama in comic strip form, sort of like the old Mary Worth strip.