However, other than that minor annoyance, 2003 is off to a great start. (Year of the sheep? Has it started yet? When's Chinese New Year?) Commission auction's going well, other work going well, and I'm bartering art for art supplies with a friend of mine, which is always nice to do. Finally got paid for some covers I did a few months back, which is always a "Woohoo!" moment, and shoves the wolf a few more feet from the door. Put up a few more print auctions. (I feel vaguely embarassed plugging work here--don't feel obligated to check it out! I'll still love you all!--but I figure that since this sort of thing is pretty much what I spend my day doing, it's as valid as anything else.)
Speaking of vaguely embarassed--I was delighted and flattered to be asked to be the art guest of honor at Trinoc Con this August. I'm stoked, of course, but I never know quite how to respond to these things, other than "Good lord, are you sure?" Then I think "Lord, will people think I'm being falsely modest? Should I just say "Damn straight! I rock!" (There are lots of classes offered on "taking critique well" but I occasionally think that we should also have a few on "taking praise without turning bright red and mumbling and worrying that you sound conceited.") Then I give up worrying about it--my attention span's really not that long--or I get distracted by a shiny object, thereby short-circuiting yet another opportunity for personal growth. Oh, well. But hey, if anybody's in North Carolina in August, I'm hoping to get a dealer's table, and I'm always happy to see people!
In other news, and perhaps proof that no omens for 2003 are unmixed, I'm coming down with something--sore throat, mucus membranes feel drier than the Dead Sea Scrolls, headache--and I had a really bizarre nightmare involving my cats beating up a monkey. The monkey developed horrible abcesses. When I attempted to check these, the damn thing peed on me, and in thorough disgust, I went into the bathroom (which, in the standard dream fashion, was the pink bathroom from my grandmother's house) and threw up. I've never vomited in a dream before. This was an oversight that I wish hadn't been rectified. Perhaps as a sign of both the vividity of my subconcious and its total lack of taste, I could even identify my stomach contents (egg noodles), which oddly enough did not match my meals of the day. I woke up going "YNNNGUGUGHHH!"
And that's my nasty monkey dream for the day.
Oh, and I finished the manticore chick. As usual, it lacks some of the energy of the sketch, but I still was pleased.