Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Don't need 1,000 words or a picture...

...I'm pretty sure this page from my sketchbook sums up the phone conversation nicely.



What the man needs right now is not an artist- he needs a psychic medium and some serious drugs. Also, some therapy wouldn't hurt. He is currently "thinking about" some icon varieties I sent him- OH BY THE WAY, ICONS ARE FOR THE GRAPHIC DESIGNER TO CREATE, YOU NIT WIT. Not me. Icons are for repeated use, not to be included in the physical body of the art work. If he still insists on me creating them, I will create each one separately and photoshop them in later... so they can be sent to the graphic designer for future use. ARGH THE MAN IS A SHIT FOR BRAINS! Up until this point, I didn't really care what I was gonna get paid for all this. Now? I am fucking earning that pay. And that pay better be fucking good.  

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