I sold two paintings in one week. For me, a record!
Why couldn't Rock Roll have mimed to his own record instead of forcing Fred?
This "we're going to remake this-and-that" feels like kids putting on their "own show".
I wonder how the classic illustration painters turned fine quality work
out like machines and think maybe the pride in meeting a
professional's deadlines was an incentive. As well as the steady pay
that came with it. Of course, all that is over with.
Now that kids are allowed to watch Netflix in class and take girls into
their bedrooms, I wonder why most of us went through such
parent-and-teacher hell in the 70s. I'm disgusted.