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He Said "Gigadick"
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4/27/2005
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I really have absolutely nothing to write about. The problem here seems to stem from my overworkedness as of late. I work at my "real job" for eight or ten hours, come home, and work at what I suppose could be termed my "fake job" for another six or seven. Then I collapse in exhaustion, wonder if I'll ever get to the finish line, and cry myself to sleep. Repeat daily.
This weekend I did take a small break. I showed a few pieces in an art show in Charlotte, handed out some cards, met some strange artsy-type people, listened to the skull-hammering douchebaggery that is a political rant between two artists, and came to the following conclusion: the difference between a starving artist and a non-starving artist is simply the ability to show up on time. Starving artists talk about how hard it is to make it in the industry, and non-starvers decide that starving sucks and don't want to starve anymore. I suppose I could say that talent helps (if I had any myself), but 90% of success lies in returning phone calls, not being late, following up, and finishing the job on time.
So now you know all of my secrets. My problem is that my hubris prevents me from saying "no" when someone wants me to do something for them (especially for money), so I find myself spread a bit thin. Hence the sporadic writing of late. Writing is both my favorite job and the lowest paying. We gotta' prioritize based on something, kids.
Since I had so much work to do, I went fishing on Saturday in the mountains of North Carolina at this really swanky mountain golf community. It's one of those places where everything is perfect and beautiful and they have divers in the river that actually put the fish on the hook for you. I caught about a billion fish (or maybe it was 9), but sadly none of them were the magical talking kind that grant wishes. If they had been, I'd be typing this from a monster truck made of beef jerky and my name would be Lord Gigadick. I also wouldn't be typing this just to avoid working on the media kit I have to design for Atlanta Illustrated or the two impossibly impossible-to-draw portraits I am doing for a friend for mother's day, because I would have had my magical trout conjure me up a huge sweatshop with thousands of midgets who would draw portraits and design shit for me in exchange for midget kibble and run-on sentences.
Sure, I could just wish to be insanely wealthy, but who doesn't want a bunch of midgets chained to drawing tables? That's right, no one.
For what it's worth, the work is getting done, and I'm building character or some such crap. Here are a couple of the latest drawrings. If you hate them, please don't make me cry. If you like them, rest assured that they like you too.
One of the impossible-to-draw pics. Try putting that much black on a sheet of paper with a pencil sometime when you have a few days and about twenty pencils you don't know what to do with. I actually got a not-so-hilarious blister from drawing a frigging picture.
This is a colored pencil drawing of Carter. I think he lives in Texas, and his mother assured me that he was the cutest kid alive. All parents tell me that when I draw their kids, and they are all absolutely right.
The late William Warren, namesake and father of the owner of my favorite bar, The Warren City Club in the Virginia Highlands, where the picture now hangs.
All of them would be better if they were drawn by midgets while I drove around in my monster truck, though.
 Dusty
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98 Comments:
If I caught a talking fish, it would grant me a million Dusty's chained to desks drawing stuff, making the whole world come alive with real meaning.
That didn't come out quite right, but you catch my meaning. Who wouldn't want a million Dusty's? That's tight. No one.
Peace, bro.
Ken (Kenville)
As always great pix. I am so glad you posted something today, as I was lying awake in bed last night and thought - geeze, I haven't gotten an email with a new blog from Dusty in a while... seriously.
xoxo
Should I send you some pencils for Christmas?
Thanks
P.S. The music on the web page is Cheesy but this is a very old web page.
Heh, just kidding. Good stuff, as usual.
I know you keep pooh-poohing my suggestion that you go syndicate, but you should.
But then you showed us this other talent of yours. Well, Dusty, you sprung it on us really. Those portraits literally took my breath away.
Underneath that incredible artistic talent that you have, and the hilarious sense of humour you share so frely with us with your amazingly funny writing, is one of the sweetest souls I've had the pleasure to find.
Not are you only gifted, your portraits make a statement about you. You are a man of character. In your art, you have the ability to show the love you have for the being you're drawing. Or perhaps it's the love the individual who has asked you do the protrait that you show within them.
Sheesh, and I asked if you wanted to read the latest version of my employee benefits decision guide. Well, I was joking at the time.
Dusty, you're just amazing.
knpepper
but my question is..how much do you charge for pictures? i have a picture of my girlfriend and i that i want to hang up, but i want it to unique, and you're one HELL of an artist....the photo is a 4x6, and i'd want it to be 11x15 in drawing form...what's a price for something like that? (done in color)....you can email me directly at jay_cuthbert@hotmail.com whenever you get an extra minute. i'd MUCH appreciate it. thanks dusty, and keep 'em coming.
-jackie
Thank you for letting complete strangers see a piece of your world.
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