As August passes us by, so too does the convention season. This year I went off to Seattle, Los Angeles, and what at the time felt like every niche corner and big show in Vancouver (all...uh, four, of them).
It was a tumultuous journey, filled to the brim with a crazy workaholic drive I haven't experienced before, full of no-sleep to the point of near breakdown; a streak of masochism - in the most positive way - driven by a single minded purposefulness.
From entering a contest to breaking positive in gross, I learned quite a bit on my journey of scrounging up art this year. This conceit can be neatly summarized in the following Calvin and Hobbes strip:
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This is not philosophy to live by. |
Self reflections and self indulgence after the break.