Things have been quiet on the art-creation front. Not because I lack ideas for art, as is wont to happen when I am in the grips of depression or struggling artistically, but because I have been exceptionally busy with a project that includes more than just myself. The project? Flush Fatale.
How can you sell art without turning into a robot that passionlessly make what others want? You your soul to the devil at the crossroads. No, seriously. Sell your soul. I mean that in the most kind, compassionate way possible.