Someone to talk to? LOLWUT?

The other day Tina says to me, "Andrew, just find some people to talk to." To which I thought to myself... Self, who do I have to talk to? No-one really came to mind.

This afternoon Charlie called me and I talked to him. It was nice. I smiled and thought of what Tina said and it felt alright.

ArtKid™ - United MC's

ArtKid™ - United MC's, originally uploaded by Leslie Andrew Ridings.

Rhymin' and Stealin'. And design'n' as well.

I've gotten a few commissions in the past week. Neither for much pay, but It's good to have some work. Besides free-lance design, I've taken advantage of my off-work-ness to try and chalk up on my digital art making skills; the results of which you see before you below. Besides that I've been working on, as usual, far too many things and generally trying to keep my mind busy so I don't have time to think about this big lump of hurt I seem to have in me lately. Sorry. It is a blog after all. These things happen. It's not you, it's me. You see, I just can't really see myself being completely professional all the time. It's just not me, honey. I need to break out. I need room to breathe. To be a little dramatic sometimes.

ah, shit.

That's that. Anyway, I've been keeping busy and trying to find work, even at the job I love to hate -- production. At the end of the day, I need to pay certain fixed costs. You know. Gas, Rent, Food... But fear not! I still plan to make my living in art, film, and music, retire from the 9-5 workforce by 27, make millions, and buy a pink yacht. Looking forward to that pink yacht.

The heart feels free

It's a lie. Late night sketch.

Some Dance to Remember

ArtKid™ - Dancing to Forget, originally uploaded by Leslie Andrew Ridings.

I posted this straight from Flickr. Ah, technology. How sweet you are. To see this image fullsize, click on it, and then click on the "all sizes" icon above the image. I know you probably already know that... but... just saying.

Too Young to Remember, Too Old to Care.

ArtKid is Proud to present two new Designs for your viewing and consumption. Clicky on the pictures to go to my hot new Flickr Account and see them full-size. I wanted to design a diptych of sorts. Please let me know what you think via comments!


Too Young to Remember...


Too Old to Care.

Looking for a Motion-Graphic Designer

Hey everyone -- do any of you do motion-graphic design, or know someone who does? I need to get an animated logo for Creative Mediocrity and future projects. Please let me know if you know someone!

ArtKid needs some Munneh.

I've been out of work for about three weeks now, and I've failed to find any sort of gainful employ. I mean, I've got tons of things going on... but none of them are making money for me. Not yet, anyways. I've been looking online through job postings, but it's the same old bag - you send resumes, you call them back, you get nothing. I'm far from the only person experiencing this, but for me, it really brings home this idea of a "global economic crunch," regardless of whether or not that is to blame for my seeming inability to acquire work.

That being said, things are mighty busy here at ArtKid Industries; there simply aren't enough hours in the day! At the moment, I've given priority to "Creative Mediocrity", a web-series pilot I shot with a friend and am trying to get cut, scored, etc with the goal of pitching it as a series under the new-media agreements. It's looking good so-far, I'm about half-way through the rough-cut. Here's hoping.

Also in the works are a photo project, updating my website (ArtKid.us), drawing/designing/painting new things all the time, trying to write new content (both for this blog and in terms of narrative stories and screen-plays), working on some EP's, and shooting new video constantly. It's a little intimidating... but I seem to have a fascination with taking on seemingly impossible tasks -- especially when they make me no money whatsoever, it would seem.

What I need to do is find a way to make money doing what it is I do naturally; churn out creative content non-stop. I think I may have to build a market for myself; that is, put my name out there, sell what I can do, and hope that someone wants it. All I need is one person to want it enough to pay... if I could just find that one person!

I think social networking might be the way to go with this -- sites like twitter and facebook. They exist to connect people and keep us all up on what we're all doing - sometimes in granular detail. I'm going to have to try and work that angle a little more, and see if I can get my stuff in front of more eyes.

How can one survive in a house of quartz?

I've day-dreamt of a world made entirely of polished, shiny white quartz. infinite expanses of white; mountains, seas, deserts, forests of crystalline trees over looking frozen rivers of pale rock. Every last thing would have long since become the white perfection, save me. I would go on. Every day I would walk to work and speak to my quartz friends, frozen where they stood. I would walk down the street where people stood frozen mid-stride. Cars. Planes. Pigeons. Dogs. All glowing under a white sky and a pure, white light. I would go home to my house of quartz.

The walls, the doors, the beds, the chairs and tables and televisions, all made of polished, glittering, beautiful, perfect white quartz. I would open the fridge and find quartz milk and bread inside. I would walk past my quartz dog and kiss my quartz wife on her cold, glimmering cheek. There would be no dust, no difference, not a single speck of anything that should not be, since everything should be and would be of quartz. Late at night I could stay up and stare at the monochromatic world I had created; lose myself in the infinite complexities of semi-opaque iridescence... And perhaps, one day, I would become quartz as well; at last the clock will have struck, the last piece will have fallen into place and I will have become what I should have always and from that point on would always be; cold, beautiful, perfect quartz. The world would be motionless, cold, perfect. not a thing would move or stir or breathe or live or die or want or need or be or not be Everything would be the way it should. Everything would be the way it have always been, and would be forever more. Heaven. Paradise. Immutability at last. Eternity in Perfect, opalescent white stone.