Sometimes I feel like a character out of The Little Prince, one of the ones living on his own planet. Instead of counting the stars or drinking heavily or lighting lamps, I sit on my planet and wonder why none of my art is selling, why no one wants any of my little stars, yet I keep them all tucked away inside my studio. I tantrum over not catching any fish without a line or net in the water.
Internet doesn't count.
where i'll post the in's, out's, tween's, and twixt's of my world of art mixed with pictures, links, opinions, and rants. (oh, and curse words. lots of curse words)