Here’s an oldie-but-goodie originally published in 2007. These were the formative times of the artist known as Doodlesam… before he had the courage to create his own art website… before he had the audacity to have his own Facebook page… back when he thought Instagram was a quick cracker… when he was simply a mild-mannered…
Happy Labor Day
Making this was a labor of love.
Honestly, you should get outside more. That’s good advice. Think of all you are missing right now sitting inside on your computer, looking at this blog post. There is sunshine and friendly breezes. (Should I have used “are” instead of “is” there?) Even if there’s a downpour and wild winds, you should step outside for…
That Time I Got Paid to Taste Pizza
Any starving artist can relate to this. If you get a chance to make some extra dough, you take it. Be it donating plasma or tasting pizza, you do what you gotta do to get by. Well, I got paid 80 bucks to sample really gross pizza. The dough was hardly worth eating the dough….
Climbing the Walls
It’s always good to have at least one fan who is interested in your art enough that they will climb the walls to get to it.
Jacob, Patron Saint of All Who Need a Hand
Asking for a Friend
If while his wife is at the gym, an artist accidentally gets paint in the baby’s hair while picking up the baby, who is crying because he pinched his finger in a cabinet door, is the artist obligated to inform his wife about the paint in the hair or the finger in the cabinet door…
What Have I Done for Art Lately?
What have I done for Art lately? Art who? Art Garfunkel? Art Linkletter? Speaking of Art Garfunkel, I was impressed that his website includes a list of all the books he has read since 1968. If I had recorded all the books I’ve ever read I could give Garfunkel a run for his money. But…
The Weight of Art
(Above: “Cubed” by Sarah Snyder, 2004, New York City) I feel the weight of art in two ways as I launch this website. There is the pressure to promote and the pressure to perform. Each one feels like a giant block crushing my head, hindering what I truly want to do: just make art. The…