The Show Must Go On

Really? It does? Why?

While this isn’t much of a show along with the new computer I’m also happy to say I know own a Wacom tablet. Still playing with it, don’t expect any masterpieces anytime soon.

I’m also tickled that CValley has finally released FILTERiT 4.5 for Illustrator CS6! YAY! This is one of the handiest filters for Illustrator and should be owned by EVERYBODY. Get it here

And, for Steve, I’m digging through my backlog of 3D modeling. Going to see if I can’t set up some batch renders so I can get some up on the site. Keep your ears peeled, I’ll try to get them up soon.


I’m angry. Not just mildly annoyed angry but near seeing red kind of angry. I feel like I’m constantly holding myself back from violently attacking something (or worse, someone). The stress of not doing so is making me exhausted, depressed and withdrawn.

Why am I angry?


And cancer treatment side effects.

Both of which I can do nothing to help with. I want to be doing something to help but all I can do is hold her hand and remind her to take her meds. I can’t think her way out of this, I can’t zap the side-effects away, I can’t even help stop the pain. I want to simultaneously scream, cry, and rage.

I’m also scared I’m not strong enough for this. That I’m going to crack. That I’m not going to be here for her.

I just don’t know what to do.

The Replacements Are In

Finally was able to replace my long dead G5 with a brand new 27″ iMac.

With advances in processors & ram I no longer need the brute size of a G5. This one is faster than anything I’ve had previously and has more RAM. Stunning to think about.

Next up is a large Wacom tablet so I can paint & re-touch on the computer much easier. Heck, with this size of screen I bet I could even run Painter with all the windows open and still have room to work in.

The Art Whirled

Honestly, I don’t care much for the art establishment as it is. Their focus is wrong, their attitude poor and their reason for existence weak.

Quantity over quality, schlock or taste. I just see so often that galleries go for something they can easily quantify rather than delve into the subject and figure it out. Why spend hours pouring over slides when you can just pick up some “outsider artist” and say they’re the next great thing. It’s easy.

And art shouldn’t be.

I know artists that pour every iota of their being into their work. Struggle and dwell over tiny things, things the average joe will never see but that doesn’t matter, because in the end it’s just what matters to the artist.

But do they get gallery time? Do collectors and curators search them out to tell them how their piece moved them? No, they don’t. Instead some jackass who farted on a piece of paper gets the publicity.

And yet still they struggle, why? Because they are artists and success is not necessarily their goal.