Birth Pains

OK. So this is the umpteenth time I've tried to start a blog. Blogging is actually therapy for me, because it relieves me of all the ills I've had over the day or so, and saying (or writing it) is just another form of channeling anger or joy into an outlet. It's like Valium in a way, without the body actually getting the drug.

The reason for all this is, of course, is the upcoming launch of my art website: theruddude.com. Notice that the "e" in rude is missing. Yeah, I missed out on securing what was once my domain name back in the days when yahoo had Geocities, and I could show my art for free.

Now, I've decided to go full throttle on this: I've hired Annah, a sweet, innocent looking, but smart programmer from one of the big name universities here, and I'm planning to hire a friend of hers to do some writing. Her friend's cute, writes well, and is conveniently graduating this coming March without a real plan to do anything as a career n the short term. I figure I can mold her into savvy web writer, which will help her career-wise, allow her to earn some bucks, and of course, help my site.

I'm going to blog about my art. And I plan to blog often. Boring is the last thing I want it to be, so if talking about Art snoozes people, I figure I better find another way to make people want to read this and read often.

After all, I'm down to the edge of the cliff, if you ask me - ever since one of my siblings closed our business (he really didn't), I've decided to run to my strengths: writing and painting. I formed my alma mater's first Alumni Art Guild, planned for a show in late April, and will religiously drawing from here on out. I hope his cutting of ties is a blessing in disguise, although I will be quick to say that he has treated out relationship like a business. It's not a complaint, just an observation. I will treat him the same way.

I have decided to stick to my style of painting, you know - detailed, something that would fill up a page, and is something very few people can do. Acrylics on their own is a challenge, and quite frankly, very uninspiring for me. The trick is to combine the pen and ink with acrylics. Now, that's dynamite.

My achilles heel here, of course, is the money needed to sustain me, which I hope to accomplish without asking for financial help form the same friends who have helped me immensely. It'll be tough, but if a cash advance is what it takes, so be it.

Let the painting (and writing) commence!