Say what you will about doing art exclusively for the money, but nothing of worth comes from me unless I remain true to a personal vision with as much persistence and diligence as a pitbull’s jaws locked on a mailman’s leg. I have trouble doing entertainment for the sake of entertaining. When a piece doesn’t say anything. Has nothing relatable. Is not part of me.
This gives me many headaches. And schizophrenic episodes . At times I wish I could be that. It would make my life easier. (And my wife’s). But I have to make peace with it.
I’m an independent animation film maker and artist. I’m more alternative than mainstream. There are many new young people who can pump out the stuff better than I can.
Just some thoughts in a time of inner constipation.