News, for lack of a better term...

This is the final version of the cover I’ve just designed for the May issue of Interlude. The third of three versions of what I was assured each time to be the final version of Interlude, I might add. Different opinions prevailed and suggested at three different points that I keep coming up with new versions. This was the final. I’ve really got no complaints, though. The money was green, I was compensated for the changes, and it looks good.

Kind of a bleak period in my art career right now. A couple things that I’d been banking on to pay off have blown up in my face. For the past year I’d labored under the delusion that Interlude Magazine would eventually bring me aboard as a staff employee, rather than using me in my current pay-per assignment freelance position. I even went so far as to hand in a resume to their editor-in-chief, who’d given me a lot of positive vibes that a staff position was imminent. Guess that’s the lesson I’ve learned from this. Never trust a vibe. More often than not, they either turn out the opposite of what you’d hoped for, or are little more than an overpriced station wagon for hip soccer moms who haven’t made the leap to a Hummer. I flat out asked the senior artist at Interlude if I really had a shot at getting hired, since Jean (the ed in chief) assured me they’d know if they were hiring by June or July. I didn’t want to get my hopes up for the next three months just to have them crushed underfoot, so I asked about it. Val (senior artist) gave it to me straight, saying Jean was leaving Interlude for good, and that the Mike the publisher hadn’t mentioned anything about hiring me on staff. So the outlook wasn’t great. But she did assure me that I’d continue to be used for my freelancing. Of course, living paycheck to paycheck was what I was hoping to escape by getting on staff. Guess it’s not in the cards.

I’d also been in contact with a guy who seemed to be trying to promote a new type of boxing glove. I found him on Craigslist.org and responded to his search for a cartoonist. Based on his suggestions (the gloves with human faces on them: a grizzled fighter-type, the sexy chick and the cool young buck), this is what I came up with.

As it turned out, what I came up with was exactly what he didn’t want. He then told me that it didn’t matter anyway, since he was scrapping the whole project. So that was a big waste of time over a stupid sounding product.

Basically, I can’t see where my career is going. I should probably be pushing Pillow Billy harder than I’ve been lately. But Christ, they really make it hard as hell to get your foot in the door. If I have to listen to one more pretentious literary rep tell me that Pillow Billy didn’t “move” them or that they don’t feel it has staying power or a timeless quality, I’m gonna shove a marker up my nose and into my brain just to end this sick charade. I just don’t know what to try next, and the feeling that time is running out for me, that this is no longer a world for cartoonists if it ever was, and how the hell I’m gonna take care of myself and more importantly Laura is just sitting on my head like a two ton gorilla with hemorrhoids.

The few bright spots in all this have been the odd commissions and gigs that have magically fallen into my lap, which is the only way these things seem to happen. The more I work towards furthering my career, the less becomes of it. But the more I just go about my daily routine the more gigs fall out of the sky.

My old college friend Dayle Pivetta is a blossoming actress in New York, and she recently commissioned me to draw a caricature of her for her resume. Here’s a photo-to-caricature comparison of the two.

That was a real blast to create. I just worry sometimes that if I run out of friends that I’ll no longer have any clients, since it seems like the people I get hired by the most are pals from the past or connections to them somehow.

I have taken a couple commissions from people I’ve met online, and that has been fortuitous. Here’s some samples of what they’ve had me create:

















































I’d also been contacted by Michele, a puppet builder who created the Jay and Laura puppets seen on my website (check it out for a full explanation of the project: http://www.jayfosgitt.com/PhotoGallery/jayLauraPuppets.html). She wanted some artwork done to help promote her Ebay page, but didn’t have a lot to spend. So we cut a deal, and I did the artwork in return for her building me a puppet of Pillow Billy. Not only could this be a good promotional tool, but it’s something I’d dreamed of having since I created the story. So it’s a win-win situation. Once I receive the puppet I’ll post some pics. In the meantime, here’s the art I created for Michele.




Laura is currently in a production of Cats at The Bay City players (check this link for info on showtimes and tickets: http://www.baycityplayers.com/pages/season.php). And while hanging around backstage during a couple of rehearsals, I was asked to contribute some artwork to the set. So if you come to the show, you can see a sign I made for T.S. Eliot’s Dog Food and Lloyd’s Junkyard (a snarky tribute to T.S. Eliot, author of Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, which the musical is based on, and Andrew Lloyd Webber, creator of the musical itself). I’ll try to get some photos posted if I can get to the set. And also, I may be working backstage as a makeup artist for the cats themselves, since the guy who was supposed to do it bailed, and the alternative is having the airbrush artists who painted the costumes airbrush the actors faces, which I think would be a terrible idea. So I may be involved with the less risky act of makeup application.

Lastly, I’m in post production on those greeting cards I’d mentioned awhile back, and am getting ready to send them out to Recycled Paper Greeting in the hopes of getting another gig. Still no word from Mackinac Island Press about Pillow Billy. And I just got a copy of Pillow Billy returned to me that I hadn’t even remembered mailing out. It doesn’t get much more depressing than that; being rejected by someone you’d forgot you’d propositioned.

So, such is my career as it is. I’m still paying the bills, but I’m not really where I want to be, career-wise or geographically. And sadly, the two rarely see eye to eye. But on a brighter note, Laura’s 25th birthday is coming up (May 18th. Mark your calendars and make sure to wish her a happy one!), and we’re planning a weekend trip down to Novi for the Motor City Comic Con, where I plan to get some caricatures autographed by some of the celebs in attendance. I’ll post ‘em after it happens. And I know you must all think, “Oh, real cool. He’s dragging his lady to a comic book nerd fest for HER birthday.” But it was her idea! Laura loves comics, and it’s what she wanted to do. So in that respect, having such a woman makes me luckier than I could ever aspire to.