sweet nothings

I sent art off today to an art director... it was the first part of a spring time campaign I've been working on for (I can't tell you yet), and I'm really nervous because I've not heard back yet. I'm so pleased with how the art turned out... so bright and colorful and happy. I hope they liked it. What if they hated it? Why didn't they email back? They're just busy, right? eep! They hated it. I'm not going to let my head go down that path anymore, and instead I'll talk about other things... Like... I think I'm a slow reader. I've been reading the Prince of Tides lately and I'm only half way through it. It's very interesting and I find myself thinking about the characters and the dialogue when I'm sitting down to paint. Different scenes play through my head and I can perfectly imagine the lighting, the accents, the color slants. I should have been a cinematographer. When I was younger I wanted to do the opening scenes in movies... the beginning credits where its seems like the art director has a creative heyday. They are always so interesting. One that springs to mind is the beginning of New World. Just beautiful. Anyway, slow reader: Yes, I can't seem to find the time to sit down and read for as long as I want. It's been all about work lately...

So much so that I can't think of much to give here... sorry about that. Is there anything you'd like to know? I'll try to answer in the comments if you want. How's that? Anything you're curious about?