At a party last night I met an artist. He said he was a sculpture and a painter. The host introduced me to him
as an Illustrator. He laughed. He said he had done that for a while but hated it. I asked him what kind of work he had done.
He said he had done magazine covers, posters. I asked him what magazines. He studdered and hesitated. He looked at his wife and asked what was the name of that magazine. It was some trade magazine for a local gardening company. "Oh, and I did a lot of work for Southwest Airlines." I asked him if he would do illustration again if someone asked him to. He said not unless they paid me $10,000. I'm going to go to his studio and see what he does.
Everyone here in Austin likes to drop Keith Graves name when they find out you are an illustrator for children. Why does everyone know him but me.
That's going to change. This month.
Parties are a waste of my time.
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I hope that you meet many artists in your life. Your poetry on your blog is wonderful and illustrates how indepth your thoughts are. I enjoyed reading about your thoughts and interests.
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