So....I'm back. Unemployed and trying to figure out a way to make a living doing what I really love.
Many many moons ago, I did FX makeup. That was a kickass job...but I ran into one obstacle after another. No car, (or license) no studio, moved to NOWHERE, and eventually...this was the kicker, ran out of steam.
Not a ton of work out there for a female zombie freak with delusions of death and carnage. 2 apprenticeships handed over to men later, and I pretty much bailed. THIS is a huge regret.
In no other aspect of my life have I EVER taken that kind of crap. I was convinced that the field was closed to women and instead of calling bullshit and plow
ing on ahead....I folded like oragami.
ing on ahead....I folded like oragami. sigh
My creativity was what saved me every time I 'fell' and I couldn't even muster the cajones to be true to it.
BIG regret.
So here I am, forty-something and broke. Pimping my art and creativity to anyone who will deign to buy it.
Selling art of any kind during a 'recession' is NOT recommended my friends.
Selling art that deals mostly in zombies, cyber-surgeons, wasteland scavengers....well let's just say I'm hunting retail work in the spring.
You have to be famous to sell people nightmares.
I'm not famous.
