AMERICAN IDOL
Here's what led me to be at this point. For years I have been trying to chase a myriad of rabbits all at the same time, catching none. Recently, whether it be my age, maturity or other I decided enough was enough. It was time to pick one and get it no matter what it takes. I decided I was going to put my mind to doing what ever is necessary to become a professional artist.
One of which was to learn, learn, LEARN! The first step I took... google to see what resources I had in my area. Boy that was ever a disappointment... let me tell you something... Connecticut is the world black hole when it comes to creativity. No comic companies, gaming companies, no creative companies of any kind... at all. ( cue sarcastic tone here ) I mean I live in the insurance capital of the world... shouldn't this place teem with creativity?! ( end sarcastic tone here ) After hours of painfully disappointing googling I came upon one light in the black hole of the Connecticut... Gilchrist Studios.
Soon I made an appointment to meet with Guy. I wanted to put some feelers out there to see what was available. Unfortunately, there wasn't much that he could do for me. On the other hand the portfolio review and ensuing conversation ended up being what I sorely needed... an honest review from a consummate professional. The guy was great ( even if it did leave me a little preplexed)!
Now, here's where I make the American Idol connection...
When he looked at my stuff, he said, "You're good... REALLY good but your stuff all looks the same...". At which point he points to my drawing "Scottish Rebellion". All I could think was, "?!... but I made all the effort in the world to make all the faces different!" But then he expounded... " What I mean is, your stuff looks a lot like the stuff that is already out there. If you want to really last you need to have a style people would be able to recognize anywhere anytime. You need to find what makes you, you..."
I have always, on some subconscious level known this. However, I am still at a loss at how to arrive there. Is it the mileage I need to put in? Is it some change in my line work or something else that eludes me? All I know is that right now... I feel like one of the singers who is struggling to find out what I am....
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