Last night I went to Kiki’s art class. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this art academy out-of-somebody’s-home was very impressive. There were three or four classes running while I was there, one of which had adults in it making me feel guilty for considering myself an “artist.” They asked me what mediums I work in, and I told them “line art.” That sounds better than “comics,” right?
I sat next to her and whipped out Schlock Mercenary character portraits to add to the stack that has to go out with Sandra’s birthday thank-you notes. Each one took about 10 minutes. I finished five during Kiki’s one-hour class, and had time to walk around and look at stuff, too. Kiki’s instructor commented on how quickly I was going. “That’s the difference between art for art and art for money,” I told her. “Art for art can take its time. Art for money has to go FAST.”
And on that note, I’ve got some Schlock to crank out. This buffer won’t rebuild itself.