Thanks to the very generous JadesWolfie I have all the commissions I need to get Blaziken going. I did get another from a close friend of mine, but I'm still a bit disheartened that no one else commissioned me. Be honest, is my art bad? Is $20 too much? Are all my watchers as poor as I am?
I think my art is good, and $20 isn't that bad compared to other commission prices, but I feel like I'm not doing something right anymore, and maybe that's why I don't get commissions. Then again, no one reads my journals, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Still, I'd like SOME feedback every now and then.
Alright, so I'm going to go ahead and post the rules for the contest I mentioned in the previous journal! I've decided to have five different categories to enter so everyone has a shot to enter their own talents.The prize is a large Cowboy Bebop shirt signed by Steve Blum.
The theme is Cowboy Bebop and/or space. Category entries:ART
This category allows anyone to draw, paint, etc. a Cowboy Bebop themed fanart, or their interpretation of space. PHOTOGRAPHY
This category includes cosplay shots, space, or any other tribute to Cowboy Bebop by using a camera or phone.WRITING
This category includes all fanfiction, stories, and poems related to Cowboy Bebop.CRAFTS
This category includes physical, hand-made crafts that relate to Cowboy Bebop or space. MUSIC
This category includes covers with an instrument and singing, such as singing The Real Folk Blues or playing Tank! and so on. It must be a Cowboy Bebop song.
Multiple entries, up to three per person, are allowed. The deadline is October 31, 2015.
I hope I get a lot of entries for this, I'm really excited!
ENTRIES SO FAR
contest entry bangTo see the future, but to live in the past
as I tap the last ashes of my life;
smoked away in a final moment, for
vengeance, redemption and a chance.
A chance to save not my own soul
but the soul of the song kept me whole.
Kept me one with reality like all real folk;
blues filling the air as their tales are no less
painful to weeping eyes that shed drops of Jupiter.
Jazz hums through the lips wet with the sweet bitter
sting of red wine poured from the scalped. every drop
every stream rolling down the blade that severed my past
from my present, for without her
I am blind in one eye
Heh..."See you next time space cowboy" a phrase that means
so little as the connections to my present disperse like a bullet
each round sinking in to another life, ending theirs
and sending them on happier trails like wild horses. A ballad
of fallen angels echo the constant gibberish of the honkey tonk. Women
go out and play their games to discover their own identity, as an old
black dog serenades, howl