So.

I've thought, recently, of opening up for commissions.

I want to, however, ask for feedback on constructing some good terms of conduct:

-Payment must be rendered before any work is turned in, to prevent working on a piece then having someone get it for nothing.
-No sex.
-Any work WILL be publicly posted. This is to prevent anyone from claiming the work is originally theirs. Besides, what good is art if its hidden away? To say nothing of gaining critique.
-No sex.
-No obscenely complicated background scenes with around 10 people gadding on in high detail.
-No sex.

-A black and white JPEG, fully sized along with an Adobe Illustrator file would run about $10. An additional $5 would be added to color the work.
-Any hard copies would have to have shipping and handling paid for by the commissioner? Not so sure on that.

I don't do well holding things in. On occasion I KNOW I've gotten you pissed at me. Such incidents are the result of that, usually.

So, I suppose, it might help to say something. I've become taught not to -- untrustworthy mouths or people misinterpret my ill-crafted words and make me afraid.

...


I'm tired.


Today, I tried to sketch something. In an ungodly long period, I havent submitted more than a sketch and a pic of a face -- the pic, itself, is rather unimpressive.

Art used to be such a wonderful thing for me. Now I've indoctrinated myself into strict and rigid rules of how things are drawn and where they should be and I want to just stop existing so I dont have to deal with it.

I hate the dynamic line rule. I hate the rules of composition. I hate the rules of anatomy. I hate color theory. I want to start this game over, find out where I went wrong because I'm so far on the path that I can't look back that far. I want to go back to the days of carefree sketches that had so much life in them and I want to cry and scream and hurt somebody.


I want to enjoy myself somehow again.

Tagged by John. And here be the meme.

[Characters: Raiva, Ben, Cirrus]


Question 1: How old are you?

BEN: Thirty five winters.
RAIVA: Who wants t’know?
CIRRUS: Pit if I know.

Question 2: What is your height?

BEN: A bit under six feet, last I checked.
RAIVA: Eh, not tall? I don’t have a [censored] ruler here...
CIRRUS: Standard Cybertronian height. No, I DON’T know human measurements. Why would I?

Question 3: How much do you weigh?

BEN: About 180 pounds, last I checked.
RAIVA: Dunno, Dun’ care.
CIRRUS: Light, for a Cybertronian. Have you ever seen a brick fly any other way but down?

Question 4: What are your bad habits?

ALL: Temper.
[All glance at each other]
BEN: Ah. Well, for non-universal traits, I had -- and still do, to some extent, even now -- a touch of ... bias. Not particularly proud of it.
RAIVA: [Lights up another cigarette]
CIRRUS: Does my tendency to murder annoyances within sight range after the fact of the temper count?

Question 5: Are you a virgin?

BEN: [Spit take, complete w/ monocle popping]
RAIVA: None of your damn business.
CIRRUS: Why do people assume robots have a function to complement each and every human feature? And why reproduction when we can’t possibly reproduce without the aid of a factory?
RAIVA: ‘Cuz theirs a lot of horny nerds out their.

Question 6: Who's your mate?

BEN: A very beautiful and intelligent woman, thank you very much.
RAIVA: Eh, nobody.
CIRRUS: I’d never trust a femme enough to do more than watch my back in combat let alone THAT.

Question 7: Do you have any kids?

BEN: One. And dare I say one is certainly enough.
RAIVA: Oh, I hope not.
CIRRUS: This is just silly.

Question 8: What's your favorite food?

BEN: Given my carnivorous roots, I can’t help but hold an appreciation for a good steak.
RAIVA: [shrug] Toast? As long as its warm...
CIRRUS: Whatevers cheapest.

Question 9: Have you killed anyone?

BEN: An occupational necessity, as it were, unfortunately.
RAIVA: Of course.
CIRRUS: Many. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here today.

Question 10: Do you hate anyone?

BEN: You know, I HAVE had a sharp decline in my opinion of beauracrats. Especially the sort who like to govern over things they have no idea about.
RAIVA: [Voice going cold] Yes.
CIRRUS: Lots of people.

Question 11: Do you love anyone?

BEN: Wholeheartedly
RAIVA: Not really.
CIRRUS: Why would I?

Question 12: Do you have a job?

BEN: Two, technically. Captain of the Guard and Police Chief.
RAIVA: Soldier.
CIRRUS: Autobot.

Question 13: What do you want to do when you relax?

BEN: Well, I’m always a fan of cuddling *^^*
RAIVA: Smoke.
CIRRUS: I don’t. If I’m bored, I hit the sparring area.

Question 14: What's your favorite music?

BEN: As long as its good, I suppose. I’ve acquired a taste for symphonic works recently...
RAIVA: [Shrugs] Techno? Rock? Whatever keeps me ‘wake.
CIRRUS: None of it.

Question 15: What's your sign?

BEN: Kappa.
RAIVA: Sign?
CIRRUS: Crossed computers.

Question 16: What is your favorite alcoholic beverage?

BEN: I...Can’t have one. Not since the bachelor party >__>;;
RAIVA: Never had one.
CIRRUS: It’s all technically the same energon.

Question 17: Are you or have you ever been in any groups?

BEN: First was the freedom fighters, now the Guard and the Police.
RAIVA: In a squad. That count?
CIRRUS: The Autobots.

Question 18: What is your most prized possession?

BEN: My Father’s sword. All I have left of him. Certainly the oldest thing in my possession.
RAIVA: Cigarette money.
CIRRUS: This energo sword. Its preferable to trying to bash my enemies apart. Not all of us are made with class 8 hydraulics.

Question 19: What’s your family background?

BEN: My father was the previous captain of the Guard. My mother was a carpenter. They met, apparently, when he moved to a new village.
RAIVA: A man and a woman made me. Whatever.
CIRRUS: Had a creator. Maybe.

Question 20: What’s the craziest thing you ever did?

BEN: One time I tore the side of a ship apart and used it as projectile ammunition while I was still aboard. I haven’t really done much in the way of ‘crazy’. I think thats a good sign.
RAIVA: Tried throwing rocks at a giant robot when I was a kid.
CIRRUS: Trying to yank a glorified power core out of the chest of a fanatical juggernaught.

Last Question: Any advice for anyone else?

BEN: Intelligence and effort will get you farther than anything in life.
RAIVA: Wear fireproofed clothing.
CIRRUS: The best defense is not being their to absorb the strike at all.

Returning to college on the 24th.

I should find a reason to update this more often.

I'm back.
Southern California sucks.