Description: Ink Wash, Archival Brush Marker on Paper
18 feet by 50 inches
Since the decline of jobs during the times of 2007 through 2009 the job market shrunk which affected everyone including creatives. I was affected by less work while my bills stayed the same. It was a very hard time for me and particularly a 6 months period where I lost my car and needed to move back to my parents house. This artwork began as a session in my studio where I wrote down repeatedly uninterrupted and in one sitting. I showed it to my studio mate and she thought it needed to be made into art. After some weeks I began and this was going to be the art I would show with 5 other artists in a show titled Illustrated. I kept it a secret until the night it was put up. Remarkably it was well-received as scary as it was to put it all out there. I had never felt so nervous to show a piece of art. The other rewarding part was that it was bought. I ended up creating a support for the piece that because of its large size had to be split into 5 parts. It now hangs in the lobby of a huge law firm in Miami’s Downtown. The most rewarding part of this whole experience was the personal notes put under my studio door the next day where people explained how it affected them and how they feel the same way at one point. I received hugs and thoughtful praises. One of the best experiences of my life.
Excerpt from " An Illustrator"
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I hate Illustration.
I can't believe they don't want to pay me what I asked for.
What am I worth?
I hate freelancing.
They take advantage of me all the time.
Why is the music around me so loud?
Am I going to have enough money to pay my car?
What is Illustration?
What am I doing?
I can't believe I left this thing for the last minute.
Why am I always doing this to myself?
Am I going to snap?
I almost feel like leaving all this behind me.
Should I even write this?
Should I let people know?
What will they think?
Nobody cares.
I put too much on my plate.
I can't pay for the apartment this month.
I'm so hungry.
What has Illustration done for me?
Why do my parents think I don't have a real
job?
Why are there so many artists?
Is that why I'm not valued?
I thought I was special once.
No body cares.
I need to stop thinking.
I need to get on a schedule.
I love being up at night by myself.
The bank took my car away.
Need a moving van.
I have no money in the bank.
They haven't paid for the assignment yet.
Can't look desperate.
Credit card company is calling me everyday.
The other show has to go up.
