[[An artist complains to a potential patron (who appears to just be an arbitrary bystander).]]
Artist: Well, I hope you're HAPPY! My whole project is a shambles!
Patron: What PROJECT
Artist: My personal exploration of the ISSUES facing my generation. It WAS to be a series of a hundred life-sized sculpted Cheeto self-portraits crafted meticulously by hand.
Patron: An exploration to what end?
Artist: I DON'T KNOW! Hence an EXPLORATION. But it'll all fall apart if I can't renew my grocery store license so I can get a bulk rate on Cheeto blanks! It's CRUCIAL!
Artist: This is IMPORTANT! This is MEANINGFUL! It's EVERYTHING I've been BUILDING toward! Step up to the plate and pitch in fifty bucks!
Patron: What are you even DOING
Patron: Why would I ENCOURAGE this
Artist: It's my ART. It's my PASSION. It's what I have to SAY. Without your support, I can't proceed. I can't make the art.
Artist: Am I STUTTERING? Why are you HESITATING? What's NOT to GET?
Patron: I think it sounds dumb.
Artist: Oh of COURSE
Artist: The CLASSIC PHILISTINE EXCUSE
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For just TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS you can help me pay the speeding ticket that I got while I was driving here to ask you for money
The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.
It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.
I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!
Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]
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