Frank had something he needed to get off his chest… this is re-posted from bobthesquirrel.com
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It has taken me a long time to get to where I am… wherever ‘where’ is. I’ve gone through a few forests of paper and pencils, swimming pools full of ink and rejection after rejection after rejection to definitively know that… I do not know. On a normal week, I draw a minimum of 20-25 cartoons. That’s not including sketches, separate side projects or the ones I end up trashing… that’s 20 from pencil to ink to Photoshop. So give or take a few hundred, i draw about 1,040 cartoons per year. The economic law of supply vs. demand says that if the supply is high, the demand is low… meaning that the market value of the supply is low.
Does this mean that the value of my drawings is low? I am not suggesting that I turn out more material than anyone else… far from it. I know I don’t. If anyone out there knows me personally, you know I am not one to boast or brag. (Besides, who would really care other than another cartoonist about my output volume?) I’m sure there are cartoonists out there that routinely get 20-25 finished cartoons done in an afternoon.
There was a time when I myself put little value into what I do. Like… two days ago. Once the drawing was done, scanned and sent, it was out of my mind and I stopped thinking about it. You really have to. If you stop to dwell on each piece (being a daily cartoonist) you will fall so far behind you might as well be standing still. That mindset lent itself to me not caring about the finished product. It wasn’t until recently I felt the need to re-examine this process… like… two days ago. And all it took was kinda sorta hearing my own words coming out of someone’s mouth for me to change.
I was asked for a copy of something I worked very hard on. No thought from the other party of any kind of compensation for me and my work. My ‘reward’ came in knowing that my work would be used on someone’s project. I should be honored that they thought my work was good enough to ask for. Really? Honored? I almost wish I wasn’t asked and they just stole it. That way, I wouldn’t have been so dumbstruck by the audacity asking me point blank if they could have it took.
I assume you know how this story ended. This person did not get what they were asking for. In their not getting what they wanted, I got something I didn’t think I needed. It was another lever of pride in what I do… that no matter what, there IS value in what I create. If the cartoonist/illustrator/artist can’t see the value inherent in his/her own work, why should anyone else think or see value in it?
I had this feeling once. I developed it while working on my MFA. As grad students, we were constantly poked and prodded by critiques to explain why we did this or why we did that. Why would you use that mark to express that feeling? Why that color? Why that choice? Why that choice? By the end of my graduate work, I was a bear defending its young. The day before graduation, the faculty gathered my class together for an exit strategy meeting. We went around the room and told each other the one thing that surprised us about the program and what it did for us as artists. I said, “I am surprised at how deeply, ‘Romeo and Juliet’ like I have fallen in love with my line…the mark I make on a piece of paper which defines me…I would do anything for that line, defend it with every ounce of blood in my body. Everything else can be taken from me but that line is mine all mine.”
Okay, I know… it’s a little corny… but after those two hard years of work, in a constant defensive stance on my work, that’s what I felt. It has been three years now since I made that little statement. Obviously, some of that passion was lost since… in the day-to-day struggle to get new work out there, new eyeballs on that work and seeking new eyeballs for the work you have done and the work you will do. It took that person asking me for something to get that passion back.
It has been said that something is only worth as much as someone is willing to pay for it.
Considering all that I’ve paid in getting to this point, I’d say it’s worth a whole lot.
