So, I’m a jerk. but. Here goes.
First off, I’d like to thank everyone that came by my booth and all the friends I made!
Emily, being my adorable pink-haired booth babe.
Big thanks to!:
- Last Gasp for their exhibitor mixer – I ate all of your strawberries, I admit it. I also drank all of your Stella Artois. I met so many wonderful people but I mostly attribute that to the fact that I was wearing a giant bow on my head and mildly tipsy. I think I walked away with a business card and a hug from everyone in this place. I also smoked way too much in front of the building, but at least I was helpful to all the lost exhibitors trying to find the party, RIGHT?
- My roommates Rachel and Mikey who run Poseur Ink for hauling all of my booth crap up with them – there’s no way I would’ve fit it all on the plane! Also, for being good booth neighbors and lending me standees.
A wild Emily has appeared! Emily casts ADORBZ. It is super effective!
- STORM of Stormantic and Heroic Tarot – You were a wonderful drunken dance partner till my fat little legs felt like they were jell-o. Thank you for being so supportive and buying my XMEN art and featuring me on your blog! You really made me feel like a part of the “comics cool kids club” [herp derp] and made me a lot less nervous.
- My babies in Toy Samuraiz. I’m lame and old and it’s so amazing to see such drive, talent and potential in youth. I want to be your comics mommy and hopefully a good mentor. ;o; KEEP IT UP. [I'm creepy.]
I admit, this has taken forever. I’m an asshole, I apologize. Despite having the worst booth spot in the world [it wasn't my neighbors! you were great!] – I was facing the bathroom. No one wants to look at art when they’re about to pee themselves. – I had an incredible reception.
People walking up to me and getting EXCITED about my art in front of me? Happily handing me money and putting my felt pins on right then and there, smiling and telling me how inspiring they find my work. Are you kidding me? I thought I was going to cry. I ended up in the hole a few hundred dollars but that was my own fault – and honestly, it was completely worth it.
Anyway, to all who visited me, if you walked away empty handed or not, if you loved or hated my work, thank you for even taking the time to stop and notice what I pour my heart into. My art [this is vomit inducing, isn't it?] is a piece of me and putting it on a table in the middle of a giant convention hall makes me nervous and vulnerable.