I find it odd that I am blogging again after so many years. I am not what I would consider to be a good blogger, as I do not often have regular or even frequent updates to post, and a lot of what I post are the art of others, or something i feel I want to comment on.
My friends tell me that I am becoming more of a voice, or rather that I am finding my voice in the world, especially when it comes to issues relating to what I call LGBTQIOMGWTFBBQ issues. There are people who object to the way that I use that acronym, but I do not care. I am not speaking for everyone, I am speaking for my own experiences in that community.
I share comics, art, and links that provoke my thought, and that I find I have a lot more to say about than I may have in the past. I write things that I hope will make others think, even though I know they will outrage some. My blog, my feelings, my time. You do not have to read if you do not like what I write, no?
I am not a “power blogger”, as some would consider themselves. I do not write about anything and everything all the time. To be quite honest, I am socially paranoid. I have to take medication to balance myself out as much as possible, and even with that, I am quite the introvert. The internet is a safe zone for me, despite the flame wars and other such things that can happen here. I face my fears daily and deal with my life. That is really all anyone can expect of anyone, right? Face your fears, face your life, deal with the things that are put in front of you.
Right now what is in front of me is my electric and internet bills. When I moved into this house with my current flatmate, we had 3 other adults living here, who had jobs, and things were peachy. They suddenly moved out, however, leaving the power bill for their time here to be paid. $200+ worth of use of the 15,000 BTU air conditioner, and left my roommate and I to figure out how to pay this. We also had to start our own internet service. In this town, electric and gas are the same company, and on the same bill.
We have been floundering around, trying to pay this, though the way it works out is that my flatmate pays the rent, and I try to pay the bills. We face disconnection each month with these bills, as we have never been able to catch up.
How have we paid bills? I have managed to land art commissions for the space art that I create, some graphic design here and there, and some income has come from my shop on spreadshirt.com as well.
Guess what happens in the holiday season? Artists starve. Unless one has a huge presence in the art world, few people will commission them during the holiday season, Christmas cards or not. Wall art or not. So here I am, blogging about everything all at once, just like Billy Joe Armstrong of Green Day, and lamenting the fact that my art has not gotten any hits this month.
How can you help? You can commission me for anything that I do. You can purchase clothing from my Spreadshirt shop. You can purchase print quality copies of some of my existing art. You can flat out donate if you want to, I have a PayPal account. Note: Do not purchase through deviantArt right now, most of what I have there is barely print quality.
I will leave you with some links, hoping that you will like what you see, and that you will want some of what I can offer. My pricing is pretty low at the moment, since I really need anything I can get, so call it a holiday deal for November and December. I will work with you on pricing if you cannot afford much. Just please do be honest and honour your payment. Here are my links:
Please enjoy, and won’t you help a starving artist this winter?