We've been following you for a long while, and while we have a better idea of What You Do now than we did a few years back, the reason we followed you -- and the reason we Stayed -- is because you are a certain type of insane. You're something of a role model for us for your willingness to tinker and rebuild and refactor.
All of this to say good luck and godspeed. I wish you well.
Cheers and thank you, I wish you well as well!
What I Do Now is an extension of what I've been doing more or less since the 90s. People want something, I figure out how to make it happen.
It's usually art. Or design. Or both.
Sometimes it is really straight forward, like logos for the community theater their partner is hosting a play in and they are funding it because they are in love.
So I draw pizza and then make silly logos about a fake pizza restaurant in the suburbs that wants to take over the city for an absurdist comedy with an audience mostly made up by the patron's business clientelle.
I literally cannot stress this enough, to everyone rich I ever come across: Fund weird art projects. Just fund them.
You'll look like a big shot "giving back to the community" (accurate but potentially disingenuous) (but artist can eat so I'll take it)
You (may) get a tax write off (I'm not an accountant)
You (will probably) have a surprisingly large amount of fun
Your clients will have a memorable experience because how often do executives find themselves in dingy community theaters watching a play with objectively bad dialog but performed with so much heart and happiness that you can't help but just be amazed and root for the hamburger stand being attacked, fending off said mutant pizza.
Sometimes it is stupidly expensive, huge, and complicated like a really specific (albeit tiny, I'm not a giant shop) corner of an international ad campaign that needs to be played in THIS COUNTRY at THIS TIME for 30 seconds to impress THESE PEOPLE for THIS REASON.
Sometimes I draw things that go onto packages and if you live in the United States and have purchased yogurt in the last 15 years you've seen it. You might not buy the brand I did artwork for but you've seen it next to it the one you did.
Or maybe not I haven't bought yogurt in ages, they might have rebranded. Hate it when that happens.
In the past, I've done art prints and stickers and color changing cereal spoons and buttons and t-shirts and patches and lots, and lots, and lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of greeting cards and postcards.
I've helped independent artists with too much family money figure out how to build their own shop and become Very Important, at least for a little while, to snobby people.
The best part of that is seeing these snobby people at a party several months later and they do not remember me but I remember them.
Introduce yourself again, give me another opportunity to crack into your secrets.
I've helped independent artists without any money figure out how to put stuff online and sell it.
This has gotten -- look into my beautiful eyes -- this has gotten 100000000000000x easier than it used to be.
I'm bad at this these days because I don't understand social media outside of Tumblr. And this place is changing so subtly that i don't recognize most of the addresses anymore.
A long time ago I was the person who would sit with people who would want a giant web whatever and help them talk to the programmer.
Then I would talk to the programmer and figure out how to make it happen.
A long, long time ago I was the programmer.
Things have gotten... look into my beautiful eyes again... so much more complicated than it was.
And continues to. I am burdened with knowledge on how things Should Work and a reasonable idea of Why They Don't without the skill or tolerance to make them work.
sometimes i am in board rooms for [redacted business nonsense]
sometimes I'm in the middle of a field or by a lake shouting about evil trees
sometimes I am illustrating things that will be broadcast on the back wall of a rich people party
sometimes I'm designing the invites for said rich people party
I've built up a network of people over the decades that when they say "I need a guy to build a thing" (girl) (it changes) (whatevers) I'm on their roster of who to call.
If I can't make it I find someone who can because I've similarly built up my own network of highly specialized weirdos.
I've worked with start ups and individuals and giant corporations and everything in between.
I give lectures on why mermaid tails based on leg-bone structures are bullshit and whip up ghost stories as a party favor like an ornamental hermit.
I've been attempting to drift into semi-retirement for the last few years because I want to focus on my own things more and more and more.
There is no blueprint in how to get into this line of work and I'm finding the exit ramps are similarly self-constructed.
99% of everything I have ever done is invisible.
I'm kind of (massively) obsesed with spending a significant period of time giving back to the fabric of monster and myths and Halloween and lore that weave through the human experience.
Halloween and monsters and myths have saved my life countless times and provided me similarly countless opportunities.
I want to make things that are spooky, but not scary, silly and fun, and make people happy.
I'm actively shifting things away from back office client work (above) to front office (online shop, free-to-read blog and comics). The back office is robust enough to handle the inevitable ups-and-downs and it's my way of adding Halloween Energy to the world.
It has been a ridiculously fun ride.