Tuesday, August 14, 2007
So sick of trying to play keep up in a game that does not describe me. Vague but common and clear. At the end of the day, you draw what I draw what he draws what she draws. It's all the same. Prima donnas and close minded single sided young minds. Getting older is shitty to some but for me it's the best thing that ever happened. My blog is going to change completely soon.
Monday, May 7, 2007
Sunday, April 8, 2007
So I've thought of it and this is the best way I can describe what I am going through with in park caricatures. Being a caricature artist is sort of like being a magician. You have learned a skill that most people think they will never learn and that ups the the value of what you do and what people are willing to pay for it. So day after day you wow people with your tricks and games and it never fails to deliver. Some days the crowd is more tame and some days you get a standing ovation but all in all it's a game that pays off. The problem is, from the magicians point of view there is absolutely no surprises. He knows the trick, he knows where the smoke and mirrors are and what they do. He simply follows a step by step "how to" procedure. Now there are exceptional magicians out there in the world but I challenge you to name 10. 10 is a ridicously small number and I bet you can't name 10. There are not that many great ones out there. What is out there are a bunch of mediocre birthday party magicians that have found a niche and have exploited it. Thats where I feel I am in caricatures. I have found an easy way to make the money in the park and I have a hard time straying away from it to blow people away with the art. I have done this too long to believe that people know the difference. They really don't. BUT, even if they did, it's not really about knowing the difference, it's about personal preference. Maybe Dad gets what you are doing but he might not want his wife looking like Pat Morita. It's not about you...it's about them. This might seem jaded and cranky but it's where I am and not where I want to be. Outside of work I feel I strive to make every line count in my work. I enjoy it and without sounding cocky, I think for the most part I am successful in portraying my vision on paper. I guess I just got busy and lazy at the same time. I have to make every second count at work and when I have missed 3 hours of drawing time at the stand because I had to run and get cotton balls for body art, I put myself into hyper mode and try to catch up to the other artists. I feel bad though, I can hear the other artists sort of begging me to snap out of it. Like a little kid wanting their sports hero to come out of retirement. I'm no hero, or even sporty, but that look of dissapointment when I draw is enough for me to understand what they all think. Maybe the days of greatness are gone. Maybe I was right to retire and just coach. Maybe I could coach and play at the same time. Maybe I need to find a rabbit in the hat that I never knew was there.