The Frontier Poet

Am between free-lance projects. A strange state: suddenly I have some free time. Now I can do some drawing for fun -- when I'm able to forget the possibility of poverty, destitution, starvation, and death, and like that. Because, you see, no current project = no certain future income.

As I say, an interesting state. The soul and the body are both making demands. The soul says, "you gotta do something for fun, for your own satisfaction, otherwise the whole thing becomes pointless." The body says, "Yah, and how many calories does artistic satisfaction provide? and how much of this month's mortgage payment does it cover? "

So I do both. I do some stuff for fun, like this one -- the Frontier Poet:


And I do some stuff for (possible) money --- a new addition to the T-shirt Art folder, in the freelance portfolio:




Well, that second one was fun, too. I think the design came out well. But still.