
I have to stop saying yes to all the tedious, piddly jobs people ask me to do as an artist. Y'all know what I'm talking about, right? "Could you painstakingly retouch my friend's foamcore-backed orca poster? It got damaged during the move. Thanks." I usually say yes to these jobs, because I am a pussy, but I almost always regret doing so.
The latest such job, requested by my father (family are always the worst offenders), was to design a tattoo for some Hungarian lady he works with in Manitoba. I did some thumbnails, she picked the one she liked, and I did a rough of that design for her approval (shown above).
Now, because all my dealings with this lady have been through my dad, I can't really be sure what she's up to, but I get the idea from his latest email that she (1) took the rough and ran off to the tattoo parlour, and (2) thinks I did the design for free.
Awesome.
Anyone else care to vent on this topic?



