#what i did this week

[studiohromi]

What I Did Last Week: October 28-November 1, 2024

Here we are with another edition of “What I Did Last Week,” where I share my day-to-day life as a self-employed creative person. Every weekday (and some weekends) I keep track of all the work I’ve done each day, as a way to keep me on track as a full-time working artist. Fellow creatives and freelancers, whether or not you choose to share it publicly, I urge you to join me in this weekly professional accountability exercise.

Weekly recap: Finally, I was able to have a weekend without doing any work (though I definitely thought about it and felt sort of guilty about it). Collagetober is officially done, which is a bit of a relief. As much as I enjoyed this particular challenge and was able to batch some of it, the stress of daily prompts always ends up pretty heavy by the end of the month. Time to agonize about something much bigger for the next few days...

Monday October 28

Sent out monthly newsletter.

Website updates.

Sent various check-in and follow-up emails.

Worked on preliminary sketch edits for a medical illustration client project and sent for review.

Worked on edits to a different medical illustration client project.

Met with a science design client about an ongoing project.

Volunteer stuff.

Collagetober #29 & 30.

Tuesday October 29

Scanned and edited Collagetober prompts.

Website and online shop updates.

Worked on sketch edits for a medical illustration client project and sent for review.

Worked on two different science design client projects and met with one of those clients to discuss the ongoing work.

Worked on a medical illustration client project.

Wednesday October 30

Prepared and sent invoice and final deliverables for a completed medical illustration client project.

Worked on two different science design client projects and sent for review.

Collagetober #31.

Thursday October 31

Worked on edits for two different science design client projects.

Worked on a medical illustration client project and sent for review.

Worked on preliminary sketches for a different medical illustration client project.

Website and online shop updates.

Friday November 1

Monthly financial assessment.

Worked on preliminary sketches for a medical illustration client project and sent for review.

Met with a science design client to discuss an ongoing project.

Volunteer stuff.

[wanologic]

sorry danny, sam will never think you’re cool

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[eydilily]

you just got to survive

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.

It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.

[almondpiglet]

quick redraw stuff for day 1: official art/redraw of serireiweek... always loved how worried seri gets for reigen in these scenes heh heh

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

“If you want more representation” okay but what if they did a better job than all the other actors???

Like, with PJO Rick didn’t go “only black people can audition for Annabeth!! Grover has to be Indian! Zeus has to be black!”

No, the actors auditioned, did a good job, and got the gig.

Like instead of crying cause all these white actors didn’t get it, ask yourself if they even deserved the position.

Everything isn’t some “woke” propaganda or “more representation.” They just deserved the job.

[composeregg]

edit (10/23/2024) now that the poll is over: Original version, with 10 questions, from April 2023 here

And, given that the original is from April 2023, that means I can very easily say:

No, this was not an ISAT reference!

Just because I use parentheses and 2nd person pov and love the same concepts of what a time loop can do to a person doesn't mean it's ISAT

(Yes, I like ISAT, the original poll is why I was recommended the game! But if you look at the original, you can see all the origins of the options to choose from, including what spurred me on with the moss option from the replies)

If I were going to make something for ISAT, I would never be so vague, you can simply look at my ao3 for proof of that

[soranker]

my girlfriend

[housederiva]

I think it’s kind of messed up how we only find out that Rook was stuck in the fade for weeks at the end of the game through Bellara’s romance path and it’s not mentioned anywhere else

[egophiliac]

DOGS

IN

SPACE

[studiohromi]

What I Did Last Week: July 8-13, 2024

Here we are with another edition of “What I Did Last Week,” where I share my day-to-day life as a self-employed person. Every weekday (and some weekends) I keep track of all the work I’ve done each day, as a way to keep me on track as a full-time working artist. Fellow creatives and freelancers, whether or not you choose to share it publicly, I urge you to join me in this weekly professional accountability exercise.

Monday July 8

Reordered products.

Social media/blog posts.

Caught up on holiday weekend emails.

Worked on custom illustration commission edits and sent for review.

Prepped for an upcoming art market.

Creative work.

Sent various check-in/follow-up emails.

Worked on a medical illustration client project and sent for review.

Studied for CMI exam.

Tuesday July 9

Stock art uploads.

Volunteer stuff.

AMI Membership Committee stuff.

Responded to a new inquiry from a longtime medical illustration client.

Studied for CMI exam.

Wednesday July 10

Attended an all-day stained glass conference workshop.

Responded to a new medical illustration client inquiry.

Caught up on emails.

Studied for CMI exam.

Thursday July 11

Volunteer stuff.

Responded to a new inquiry from a longtime science design client.

Sent various check-in/follow-up emails.

AMI Membership Committee stuff.

Met with a new medical illustration client about a potential upcoming project.

Worked on edits for a commercial illustration & design client project and sent for review.

Sent files to Brownlee Press to be printed.

Finalized paperwork for an upcoming medical illustration client project.

Studied for CMI exam.

Friday July 12

AMI Membership Committee stuff.

Checked PO box.

Borrowed tent weights from Twin Goats for upcoming art market.

Online shop update.

Worked on edits for a commercial illustration & design client project and sent for review.

Three invoices were paid today!

Saturday July 13

Packed and shipped a custom illustration commission order.

Picked up and packaged new prints from Brownlee Press.

Online shop update.

Participated in Creston After Dark art market.

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

...Turns out gay sex actually was the solution.

(This is basically a redraw, come read the real deal over at Tiger Tiger)

[thecmaly]

can't even cat nap in peace 😾

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