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• Can You Help Me Out??
  by Naomi Frost

  Hi everyone. I’m writing this journal in the hopes of gaining some advice, hints and perhaps even hearing about your personal storie…

  Hi everyone. I’m writing this journal in the hopes of gaining some advice, hints and perhaps even hearing about your personal stories of how to get into photography as a career. I’ve been a High School English/History/Drama teacher for almost 10years and I’m in need of a career change. At the moment I am only working part-time and won’t have to return to full time work until my youngest son starts school – that will be in 2 years. So I figure I’ve got 2 years to get myself organised. Financially, I’m not in a position to start up my own business therefore I’m going to need to find somebody who wants to employ me. My first questions relate to getting a portfolio/CV organised. What’s the best way to go about it? Do people still have portfolio’s with hard copies or is digital preferred? If hard copies, what size? What should I include in them? How diverse should they be???? Like I said, any advice would be greatly appreciated. Secondly, is anyone likely to employ a self-taught photographer?? I haven’t had any official educational training relating to photography, but I am a quick learner! Obviously I have skills as I am a teacher, but will this be enough? So…just hearing your personal stories will give me some ideas. Also, if you think I need a reality check please tell me. I don’t want to kid myself into thinking I could do this as a career if there really is no chance. I’d be much better off trying to convince myself to stay teaching! Thanks in advance for your advice. Oh, just one last thing…..anyone need an assistant???

• ** Chase the dream 100% or nurture the hobby?
  by RedBubble

  Here in the RedBubble office we’ve been loving the range of your work and your diverse backgrounds. Some of you are studying, others are …

  Here in the RedBubble office we’ve been loving the range of your work and your diverse backgrounds. Some of you are studying, others are creative professionals, some have just stumbled across creative skills and passions after years working in other fields, and others are becoming so addicted to your creative hobbies they are starting to take over! Do you wish you’d backed your creative talents earlier in your life and career? Or do you think it is better to build up a solid backup plan and then explore your creative potential once you have established some security? As Edith Piaf would sing “non je ne regrette rien” – regret nothing – but what advice would you give your kids? Chase the dream 100% or nurture the hobby?

• Seeking Recommendation : Photoshop - Illustrator - Digital Photography
  by webgrrl

  Im posting this out here (and to the universe) to send me a place..a course..a teacher.. a something (!) so that i can really LEARN..fine…

  Im posting this out here (and to the universe) to send me a place..a course..a teacher.. a something (!) so that i can really LEARN..fine tune what i know..go further, with 100% commitment…willing to pay money even, about these three subjects: Advancing my self taught knowledge of Photoshop Learn/study Illustrator Immerse & LEARN into the technical aspects of Digital Photography (cuz at the moment its ALL instincts,luck & a lots of try & wing’in it) Can anyone recommend short courses available in Melbourne? A good teacher? I now have the time and some $$ to finally give 100% to myself (no more stayhome-single mum of four kids and occassion to put my needs in the backburner!) and would really like to learn/do all the things ive wanted to do for like, 23yrs now.. when i look at job vacancies..i dont feel like i have a chance in any of them, cuz of the job/software requirements – sometimes i dont even fully understand the sentence/job terms! Haha.. I am all self taught, and i dont know what i know, if that makes sense… Ive always been the type to take on projects/jobs by instinct and wing-it, learn as i go, jump in with both feet..to get whatever that needs to be done. And 99.9% of the time, ive done it :) quite well..if i may say so, myself :P so now..ive got no more ‘dependants’ and its time to look after me! ive done some courses before, and theres a lot of courses out there that put me to sleep..especially tafe/community type ones.. Thats prob more cuz im self taught, and maybe i should be in the ‘advanced’ course..but cuz i dont have a beginner ‘certificate’ or anything.. Ive always had start with the Beginners course. I am planning to apply for NEIS and hopefully start that early Sept. But i still want to fine tune my skills, knowledge AND also start mixing with people of same interest, aims.. The self is made, not given. It is a creative and active process of attending a life that must be heard, shaped, seen, said aloud into the world, finally enacted and woven into the lives of others. / —Barbara Myerhoff /

• Marketing and Sales
  by Stephen Mitchell

  It’s not sales and marketing, it’s marketing and sales. How can you sell something before you’ve marketed it? / Anyhow, for those who thou…

  It’s not sales and marketing, it’s marketing and sales. How can you sell something before you’ve marketed it? / Anyhow, for those who thought this was going to be an expose on how to market and sell your redbubble art, you might be slightly dismayed. I say slightly because the message is surprisingly simple. This is marketing . I plurked about my recent befriending of a fellow train-catcher that resulted in a discussion that enabled me to promote my photo-hobby. This is sales: I sold a framed image from my RB gallery today. This is Naked Porcupine , medium, black frame, bright white matte. / For the tech-nerds at Redbubble headquarters who are saying ‘Hang on, hang on, our records show that YOU bought this from your own gallery!’: Yes, you are right, I purchased it myself. Let me explain why: I told a handful of friends earlier today that I’d be ordering a heap of cards and shirts this weekend, and that if they wanted anything in particular to tell me the names (and style) ASAP so I could include them. Within 10 minutes, a request for the aforementioned frame was asked of me, plus a request on how it could be paid for quickly and easily without using online facilities. / I agreed to pay for it myself and deliver to its new home … whereupon payment will be made. In closing, this is for those readers who’ve been hanging out for my usual marketing tips that bring in the sales, here they are: 1. Promote your work wherever you are: / ... Including public transport, family events, football stadiums, your local pub’, and online social networking (and in this circumstance, plurk.com) . / 2. When introducing yourself to new friends, tell them you are a photographer/artist/etc. / ... Don’t be embarrassed to tell people what you enjoy. Even if it’s only a hobby now, a little bit of exposure might be all the push you need to make your time and energy into a career. / 3. When asked to see your artwork, have it available. / ... Finally having an Apple Touch is worthwhile for something more than getting email and free wifi ! / 4. Be prepared to buy your own work if that’s what it takes to sell your artwork. / ... I have two boxes of my own cards, plus an online list available for people to choose which photographs they’d like to buy as card from me . / ... I also keep a handful of cards (protected by individual plastic bags to include the white envelope within the card) in my day-bag for letting people see and feel them. Everyone wants to know about the quality of the paper, the gloss of the image and to see them in-detail. Hope this helps you, because it all works very well for me!

• Thinking about the future. (namely, university)
  by Imogene Munday

  Because it has to come sooner or later. As of next term, I’m officially in year 12. How scary. I’ve spent the past hour or so reading …

  Because it has to come sooner or later. As of next term, I’m officially in year 12. How scary. I’ve spent the past hour or so reading through university booklets and brochures and scouring the web and so I also thought I’d ask you guys for advice :) What are you doing in life? Do you enjoy it? How hard exactly is it to get a really good UAI? (if you’re from Australia). Are you currently studying? If so, what? To give you an idea of what I’m interested in, the subjects I’m doing for my HSC are: 4unit English (extension 2) 3unit Mathematics (extension 1) 3unit Latin (extension 1) Art I had to drop business studies and ancient history because I had way too many units :( Of course, I’m interested in studying visual arts in university, but I’m not sure how practical that really is. I do still need to make a living… Apart from art, the two other areas I’m interested in are law and psychology, particularly clinical psychology and I’m interested in doing philosophy and languages alongside them :) but… arts/psychology = 98.5 UAI requirement / combined law = 99.55 UAI requirement Just looking at those numbers makes me sad XD.

• Thank you RB
  by Alan Rodmell

  Just a quick Journal entry to thanks all my fellow photographers on RB. Since my first login a month or so ago I have found nothing bu…

  Just a quick Journal entry to thanks all my fellow photographers on RB. Since my first login a month or so ago I have found nothing but support and encouragement from all on RB. You have provided me with the drive to improve my skills and the motivation to strive to do so. Not only have I gained many sources of knowledge and expertise, but I have also made new friends (I hope :D) I honestly did not expect RB to be so socially addictive as it is. That is not a bad thing at all. Rather it is the driving force behind our community. Joining RB has been the single most important step in my emerging photographic career. It has provided me with the support, encouragement and self-confidence to want to take my work to the next level…..and its all down to you….. Thank you Red Bubble…..

• The wild sea
  by Joanne Schoenwald

  The phone rang at half past nine in the morning. I was in the routine of getting up early, packing my lunch, eating breakfast and getting…

  The phone rang at half past nine in the morning. I was in the routine of getting up early, packing my lunch, eating breakfast and getting dressed to go out to work if the phone should ring and a school request that I go to teach for the day. If the phone didn’t ring, I got changed into something more comfortable, put my lunch in the fridge to eat later on, and went to my computer to work on writing a novel. I was clacking on my keyboard, Pachabel’s Canon playing in the background, when the ringing broke into my thoughts. It was the teaching agency. A teacher at a local primary school had gone home sick. Could I go in? I arrived a few minutes before the little six year olds finished their morning tea. I tried to orient myself with the room, looking for storage locations that might be hiding books, games or art supplies. There was obviously an underwater theme going on. Long streamers of blues and greens hung from the ceiling, with cut-out pictures of octopuses, fish, shells, sharks and whales dancing in the breeze. Large, blue silken sheets were tacked from the walls to the ceiling creating billowing waves above my head. I had to duck down to move through some parts of the room. The children’s artwork was on display on pin boards and a few struggling plants sat along the window ledge. I had no idea what work they had done that morning, I did not have a class list of names, there was no lesson plan from their teacher, and I had no idea what to do with them when they came in the door. The bell rang all too soon. Small faces burst through the door. They shot wary glances at me and then ran on, grabbing toys from cupboards and scattering to corners of the room. The best trick I had found for getting little ones’ attention was to sit down and get them to sit at my feet while I read them a story. It also bought me some more time to come up with an activity to do with them. I grabbed a picture book and seated myself down on a tiny chair, calling them to come and sit. Some did, crossing their legs and waiting patiently. But many more did not. They completely ignored me and continued playing their games on the floor. Without knowing their names, I was at a distinct disadvantage. ‘Boys,’ I directed my voice and stare to my right. ‘It’s time to pack that away and come and sit on the floor please.’ Reluctantly, they moved and sat on the floor. From the opposite corner, a girl squealed. I looked up to see a boy holding her artwork between his hands in a gesture that clearly said, don’t make me do it—I will tear this up. ‘Excuse me, please put that down and come and sit on the floor.’ The boy considered me only briefly before tearing the picture in two, the paper shrieking beneath his fingers. I gasped. The girl cried. ‘That’s David. He’s mean,’ one of the children on the floor said. Indeed. ‘David, you’ve got three seconds to come and sit on the floor. One…’ He stood his ground. ‘Two…’ He glared at the crying girl and raised his fist as if to hit her. ‘Three. Come and sit down now!’ He waited for one more second and then lowered his fist and sulked to the floor. The crying girl picked up her torn artwork and put it up on the bench. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘He shouldn’t have done that. Come and sit down. David, that was very disrespectful of … I’m sorry, what’s your name?’ ‘Amy.’ ‘That was disrespectful of Amy’s work. I want you to apologise.’ ‘Sorry,’ he said. He looked like he was made to apologise to students all the time. I tried to gain some order. ‘Amy come and join us. Alright. Let’s all sit down for a story.’ But by then, the students that had previously sat down had lost their tiny patience and were now running around the room. I abandoned the story. ‘What work were you doing this morning before morning tea?’ I asked a boy as he wandered past me with a plastic action man in his hand. ‘Spelling.’ Good. Spelling. That ruled that one out. My eyes roamed around the room. Little people seemed to be spilling over the edges of my sanity in all directions. I decided to instruct a few students at a time, rather than trying to harness the attention of the whole class all at once. Bit by bit, I got them in their seats and doing maths puzzles out of their books. I took a deep breath to try and release the tightness in my gut. Then another girl started to cry. I went to her. ‘What’s the matter?’ ‘Julie cut me,’ she wailed, indicating the girl sitting next to her. ‘What?’ I looked at Julie, who stared at me blankly with wide eyes. In her hand, was a pair of scissors. ‘Julie, why did you do that?’ Silence. ‘You have hurt… I’m sorry, what’s your name?’ ‘Re-bec-ca,’ she sniffed. ‘You have hurt Rebecca. Why did you do that?’ I asked again. More silence. ‘Well, we do not do that here. That is not acceptable behaviour. Hand over your scissors.’ / Julie did not move. I took the scissors from her. I offered Rebecca a band-aid from the first aid kit under the teacher’s desk. There were children moving around the room again. I wished I could tether them to their chairs. I could see them out of the corner of my eye, but I wanted to fix Rebecca’s arm first. ‘There you go,’ I said, giving her arm a final pat and trying desperately to stay calm. / David was up out of his seat. He grabbed the spray bottle that was obviously used to water the plants and squirted it at students. Then he aimed it at the artwork on the pin board and shot a stream of water through the centre. Coloured pastels began to leak down the pieces, like tears. This kid sure had an issue with other people’s property. ‘David!’ He threw the bottle on the ground and ran out the door, jumping over the port racks and landing metres below into the cement quadrangle. I squealed. I rushed out to the verandah, fifteen pairs of little feet following me, and peeked over the edge, expecting to see him lying with a twisted and broken leg. Instead, he was on his feet and running towards the toilet block. ‘David!’ He kept running. I chose a boy who seemed to be calm and responsible. ‘Follow him to the toilets,’ I said. ‘Wait with him and then bring him back here. If he won’t come back with you, go straight to the principal’s office and tell them that David’s out of class.’ The boy nodded and walked smartly out the door. He looked like he was made to supervise other students all the time. ‘Back inside please.’ I herded the other children back into the classroom, pushing my way through the crazy, dangling sea creatures. Most of them had just sat down when there was a knock at the door. I turned around to see the principal standing there with David. ‘Lost one?’ she asked mildly, eyebrows touching her fringe. I groaned. ‘Yes, he ran out the door without asking. Sorry. Thank you.’ She nodded and walked away, leaving me shame-faced and feeling sick and incompetent. Thankfully, she did not know that there was another boy out there, now looking for David. ‘David, go back to your seat. You must not leave the room without permission.’ He didn’t move. Legally, I was not allowed to touch a student. But there was little I could do in this class of hyperactive children in their psychedelic classroom. The sea had claimed them, turned them into feral creatures of its own. I could imagine them with their long, stringy seaweed hair, carrying pitch forks, catching a current, going where they liked, and doing as they pleased. I took his hand. He surrendered and I led him back to his seat. The boy I had sent to find David came back. ‘I couldn’t find him,’ he announced. ‘So I went to the principal and told her he was missing.’ When would this day end? ‘It’s okay. He’s here. Thank you.’ I forced a smile. He shrugged and went back to his maths. When at last the lunchtime bell rang, I sent them outside, closed the door and lay on the floor under the ceiling fan, watching the wild sea spin above my head. I prayed for the strength to get through the rest of the afternoon. I prayed that no one would die before three o’clock.

• Update on my career...
  by Natalie Perkins

  I’m now on Aquent’s books! Horah! I choked on the Photoshop test (4/5) but creamed the InDesign assessment! Why do I get so nervous ab…

  I’m now on Aquent’s books! Horah! I choked on the Photoshop test (4/5) but creamed the InDesign assessment! Why do I get so nervous about these things?! (Helloo helloo is anyone out there? It’s been kind of quiet lately, I have a feeling there’s a glitch in RB-land and people aren’t seeing when I update my shizz…. I feel so invisible!)

• Frustration
  by Natalie Perkins

  I get so frustrated with my work and where I’m going. It’s hard to tell if I’m going in the right direction. I have a serious wrist i…

  I get so frustrated with my work and where I’m going. It’s hard to tell if I’m going in the right direction. I have a serious wrist injury (RSI) in my right arm, the arm I use to do everything. I use it for work and play, and there’s going to come a time when I can’t use it any more because it has been totally destroyed by my compulsion to keep working on the things I love, that are, ironically, dependant on the function of my arm and wrist. Some days, I think I should just quit ahead of the game. Save my arm. Is my work worth it? On days like today, I’m likely to say that it isn’t. It’s pretty easy being tortured when you’re an artist, eh?

• Twelve Months on Redbubble
  by Stephen Mitchell

  My response to ’ What Has Redbubble Done for You?...

  My response to ’ What Has Redbubble Done for You? ’. It didn’t take me long to type this out, but I took a bit longer to sort out the words into a readable format. Redbubble has … 1. Allowed me to to read and write constructive articles of personal interest … specifically DPI and copyright legislation 2. Made me rethink my future, abilities, desires and career. 3. Has introduced me to the most amazing photographers around the world, a lot of whom are in my locality! 4. Made me learn / ... .... about the features of my DSLR, / ... ... how to utilise multimedia to fix and alter images, / ... ... more about the style of photography I truly prefer, / ... ... about finances and running a small business. / ... ... how to find and make customers in the REAL world. 5. Been my addiction since April 2007, and I don’t see myself leaving anytime soon. 6. Has made me realise that not every image needs a critical or complimentary comment. I’ve learnt that I am number one , I need to care more about the way I present myself, and that my clientèle deserve that respect when I am putting my name against both my own and other people’s work. / All artwork is copyright© to Stephen Mitchell, All Rights Reserved. / You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.

• I'M FINALLY LIVING MY DREAM!!!
  by LizVengeance

  Oh my gosh…..I have been in shock the past 2 days and haven’t been able to sit still long enough to write this, so I will keep you up t…

  Oh my gosh…..I have been in shock the past 2 days and haven’t been able to sit still long enough to write this, so I will keep you up to date on why I’m all alsdjaskljdakl at the moment. As some of you may know, my DREAM is to get to do a photo shoot of my favorite band, Avenged Sevenfold, in a studio, with me being a professional finally. Well, I’m 17, a junior in high school, and I am now living my dream. I got a call from my boss, and because of my photos I got at Taste of Chaos, I am now the official PROFESSIONAL photographer for Schecter in DALLAS!!!!!!! So he had me change my company name, so it would look more professional. So now my website is finally official and finisihed. You can see it at www.LizzieVPhotography.com and that’s not all / their tour manager (I think it’s their tour manager, not 100% positive) LOVED the photos I got. So my boss is trying to set up an in-studio shoot of Avenged Sevenfold for me when they get home from their tour!!!!! I’m still expecting to wake up and be all pissed off and wanna go back to sleep. But I’m not dreaming. I know Buster would be proud of me. I pulled through a rough time, and I did what I promised him; I’m making something of myself. I just can’t believe this is happening NOW. I was expecting this once I was out of college. Hell, once I graduated HIGH SCHOOL. / but yeah, check out my website that I’m finallyyyyyy done with =] http://www.LizzieVPhotography.com

• PHOTO JOURNALISM WORKSHOP: REUTERS, TIME MAG, ARIA AWARD WINNER.... 30 YR CAREER .... & WE GET TO PICK HIS BRAINS.
  by Alateia

  PHOTO ZOOM: PARIS: / and….................more…........................ WORKSHOP WITH THIS PHOTOGRAPHER….. / !http://images-3.re…

  PHOTO ZOOM: PARIS: / and….................more…........................ WORKSHOP WITH THIS PHOTOGRAPHER….. / END OF NOVEMBER.. JUST AFTER AN INDICATION ON WHO IS INTERESTED AT THIS STAGE AND TELL ME WHAT YOU WOULD WANT TO LEARN FROM THIS PERSONALITY. I AM STRUCTURING THINGS WITH HIM AT THE MOMENT SO YOUR FEEDBACK WILL BE HIGHLY INSTRUMENTAL. I WILL INTERVIEW HIM AND POST THE INTERVIEW SO YOU CAN UNRAVEL WHO THIS MIGHT BE AND CATCH A GLIMPSE OF WHAT HE HAS TO OFFER. / HE IS A WONDERFUL PERSONALITY AND VERY HAPPY TO SHARE. SO PLEASE, LET ME HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS. ... /

• Remembering Dad
  by Gracey

  Remembering Dad (no idea how to embed an image into the journals h…

  Remembering Dad (no idea how to embed an image into the journals here) The story behind the image. This image was created in January 2006, mostly in memory of my dad who passed away from AML (Acute Myelogenous Leukemia) in 2002. He was diagnosed on July 8th that year, and passed away on July 30th. This was a man who had never lost a single day of work due to illness; who seldom had a cold; who I don’t think ever had suffered the flu. At the time he was undergoing treatment in hospital, we also discovered the problem with mom was Alzheimer’s – I think dad was more worried about what would happen to mom without him, than what has happening to him. My dad was a camera bug – for as far back as I can remember he had a camera in his hand – he had some semi-pro type equipment from the 50s (two mamiyas from the wedding photographer who shot their wedding photos – his gift to my parents, along with the camera equipment) and another slr (can’t remember the brand), but mostly after us kids were born (just me, then my sister) he bought whatever new ‘gimmick’ camera came out – the polaroid (one of every style they made), the kodaks (from the 620 pictured in the image to the most current non-digital at the time he died), the ‘disk’ style, the movie cameras, the video cameras – if it took a picture, he bought it. Most of them are gone – they didn’t work and I’m not really into saving junk for the sake of saving it. I kept the 620 and one of the mamiyas with it’s screw on lens adaptors and off camera flash. The other mamiya I tried to have repaired with no luck. When he died, I inherited that, and all his photos (which my mother had no interest in whatsoever), some of his old books, and old reel-to-reel tape recorder with tapes (memories…some of those sound tapes were me and my sisters as very young children), most of his old home movies and his slides, and thousands (I do mean thousands) of records, from the 78s right up to things like Kiss (those were my old records I had thought long trashed)). But I inherited something else that day – yes, it was indeed that very day he died. I guess because of his interest in photography I always had an interest in it too. After all, I was “daddy’s girl” (and so I stayed until the minute of his death) and in my childhood, we did everything together. He was always fitting me out with one of his “older” cameras when he bought a new one (just about every year judging by the number of cameras in my inheritance). For me, it was only that – an interesting hobby – something to have fun with, not something I was very serious about, nor very passionate about. But dad, he was always passionate about photography- he never went anywhere without at least one camera. I wasn’t with him when he died – I was stuck in the town I lived in, and he was in the city he lived in, but my sister was there with my mom, and she was on the phone with me. At the moment he died, I knew that the rest of my life would be different – not because he was gone from it, but because of what he left in it. That moment was when passion was born in my life – oh, sure I was passionate about a lot of things in my life, but not photography. From then til now (and hopefully until the day I too pass on to better things) I have found inside myself the desire to improve, and to strive for excellence in my photography, and in my art. Lots of times I don’t achieve that excellence, but I never stop trying to find it. That day was the day my career in photography was dragged into life kicking and screaming; because of dad, and his life and passion, and his death. The creation of the image was in a way, something of an apology – for not seeing what he was trying to show me when he was still with me in life.

• The value of an artwork/s
  by JP100

  Last week while riding on the bus i overheard a conversation between a couple who were discussing artworks and the value of each piece or…

  Last week while riding on the bus i overheard a conversation between a couple who were discussing artworks and the value of each piece or pieces in the womans collection her response to the question of “do you think the piece in question was worth it” was so apt and true to artwork/s (especially when the subject is so hotly and often times pettily argued) that i had to put it here on the web. The lady responded to her partners question of “do you think that painting is worth that much money” by simply saying that when she first saw the work in question she felt filled with joy and an emense feeling of wonder and had to buy the work as she felt connected to it. Ever since buying the work (im assuming many years ago) she has been through a divorce and the passing of family members, wonderfull successes and accomplishments and so much more. through all these times the painting had been there, in the hardest times she would look at the painting and through all the grief and sadness hurt and pain she would feel the spark of wonder and joy flicker to life again and she would find the strenght to go on and have hope for her future. When the best times and the successes and accomplishments happened in her life and brought much happiness and celebration contentment and joy of there own she would see the wonder and joy in the painting and feel the connection of the painting in her own life and was very thankfull for being in a position to purchase the painting and share the joy of that artwork with those around her. Did she think it was worth it? / she said in short “that painting has been a bright spark and shining light in my life and helped me through some of the toughest times and shared in and also brought joy and happiness to others in my circle of family and friends there is not enough money in the world that would make me sell that piece or a great many of the other works in my collection” This woman seemed to really love artwork (or at the very least her own pieces) and i think she summed up the answer to the question quite nicely. So how do you value an artwork (not including investors and gallery owners who do have to take a whole heap of other factors into account INCLUDING the feelings of the viewer/purchaser or taking into account the appreciation of displays of skill and masterfull expression of technique) I feel its up to each individual or group if its a group purchase what does the work mean to you and how does it fit into your life. Who knows really what will make the work valuable to each individual and at the end of the day its how that person feels about the work/s and there own opinion on that work/s that matters most, so next time somebody asks is it worth that much maybe they can ask the person who just bought the work for there point of view. If a person is asking from an investment point of view and its your work they are asking about then obvoiusly you will have to have some feedback to give them on what makes your work valuable and give them examples of this value. I.e growing profile in your field of artworks (watercolour, oils, drawing etc) positive responses from patrons and previous purchasers etc and some background info about you exhibitions and the like. for more on the ways and means of being a “professional/career artist” check out www.myartcareer.com its a very helpfull site for anybody thinking of becoming a career artist. I hope this has helped any and all who read this journal entry, my general rule is if you love the work or keep coming back to it then go for it! Thank you all for the feedback and comments, keep bubbling! / Regards, Jon (jp100)

• Thanks for all the comments!
  by Asia Barsoski

  I just want to say a thankyou to everyone who’s been writing such nice comments on my work. I really appreciate it and makes me feel good…

  I just want to say a thankyou to everyone who’s been writing such nice comments on my work. I really appreciate it and makes me feel good about trying to persue my creative career, starving artist that I may be. I’ve seen other sites similar to this but I’ve had such a great experience already and have had more freedom to upload content than other sites that I’ve really been impressed and I just arrived here a few days ago! I look forward to hearing more comments and welcome any questions or requests that you may have! / Thanks all! / Asia :)

• Keeping that Entrepreneurial Spirit Alive
  by Stephen Mitchell

  I have the book and I read their journal: / Flying Solo have a great new article entitled “Career decis…

  I have the book and I read their journal: / Flying Solo have a great new article entitled Career decisions, The perfect job fantasy / Certainly makes good reading.

• Now I begin the rest of my life
  by LizVengeance

  I’m starting my own photography/production/promotions company. / I’m putting aside a fund to open when I get out of college. / It will be…

  I’m starting my own photography/production/promotions company. / I’m putting aside a fund to open when I get out of college. / It will be a corporation for photography, film, and performance arts (if i can get the things I need for it) / performance arts meaning – bands. local, unsigned, famous, record labels / we will do promotions for bands and/or production for them if I can get people who will be truely committed to this, we can get a bigger account started, so that when we are all out of college, we will already have money that has been set aside and grown so we can get started. So these are the people I need: / - Photographers / - FIlmmakers/Cinematographers / - Bands / - Graphic Artists / - Producers – Music and Film / - Directors – Music and Film / - Dark Rooms (for film photography) / - Equipment Managers / - Buisness Majors and/or Lawyers (you can never be too careful) / - Music Majors / - those are the ones I can think of off the top of my head. There’s more, but I’ll add them later once I remember them So I need people who are serious about this and know what they’re doing with their lives. Not just people going through a phase. You have to apply if you’re going to be doing the photography or music scene. I do NOT need you if you: / - are a drug addict / - are a alcoholics / - are a liar / - cannot be trusted / - are uncertain / - have a problem with commitment / - don’t get along well with others / - dramatic / - won’t take this seriously / - have a problem with deadlines / - backstab / - are in this for money / - are in this for popularity / - will push your religion on everyone / - are sexist / - are racist / - are close-minded / - will not graduate high school by 2009 I already have space I would reserve if I could. Since I can’t do that, it can be sort of a guide line or even the beginning of a search for a studio. It’s big, in a good place, indoors and outdoors, easy to get to, over-all perfect for this. It is in Deep Ellum. If you want to see it, let me know and we can arrange to go look at it. Contact Info: / E-mail: LizzieV.Photography@yahoo.com / Phone: available upon request / Websites:Facebook – http://hs.facebook.com/profile.php?id=782195436 / Myspace – http://www.myspace.com/lizvengeance / Flickr – http://www.flickr.com/people/lizzievengeance / Red Bubble – http://www.redbubble.com/people/lizvengeance

• Thank You
  by Kirsten H

  I have just been looking through my featured works list and would like to throw out a HUGE thank you to the Live, Love, Dream group for f…

  I have just been looking through my featured works list and would like to throw out a HUGE thank you to the Live, Love, Dream group for featuring Marry Me as well as The Rings. Then there’s the Bits and Pieces group who has featured Richard The Donkey – Gaming And who can forget the first of my works to be featured in the Adelaide/South Australia We Will Remember Thank you so much to everyone of you for featuring my work and helping me slowly get my name out there to make this a career for me. Thank you thank you thank you!!!

• People.
  by jaycee

  So often in this day and age / We get uptight and stressed from daily life / Our days are so full up / That we forget about what truly is im…

  So often in this day and age / We get uptight and stressed from daily life / Our days are so full up / That we forget about what truly is important. / This is where many have a tendancy, / instead of dealing with their stresses, / or looking at what they personally are doing / they take it out on others Whether it be insulting another for doing something that you don’t particularly like / Or / Being impatient in a car, behind someone in a line, not being able to get past someone when they walk slow. / Not understanding anothers point of view, / Responding sharply to people when they are talking to you etc Getting angry with everyone because deep down you hate your job, your life, your house, your everything, / Or / Thinking the world is against you, that you will never be happy, / Thinking it is ok to take these feelings out on others. At the end of the day, our feelings are our own responsibility. Someone may say or do something you do not like, but your response, your feelings are not what they created, they are your perception on a situation, your response, and truly, we have to recognise and own that this part of a situation is our responsibility and no one elses. Something bad happens to you, it doesn’t mean that everyone else should feel the brunt of that, so dealing with others with respect regardless of how you feel, should be the way it is. If you really hate your job, well what are you doing? Why are you staying there? Because you have to pay for that house? that car? a family? Well at the end of the day, you are the one that has to live with the decision to fill your life with things you do not enjoy, you have to take responsibility on how that affects others within your life. Your life is your own, no material possession should run it, money should not run it, YOU should run it. Make a personal decision to change your life to what you want, your family and everyone around you will also benefit as you are deciding to change your journey and improve it. Look at how you respond to situations. Recognise that something might effect you or maybe that situation seems to hard, well you know that if you can’t deal with something straight away, then consider thinking, well is this something I have to deal with today? If it is, then make an issue of finding a way of dealing with it so it will not cause you undue stress, dont’ avoid as it will only work your stress up even further. If it can be put off, then recognise that what is important, is right now, today this very moment, and schedule that issue in on a day that you feel you may be able to deal with it. Take the time to smell the flowers, you know that old saying. Well its true, that moment in time can be just the refresher you need. Actually it is crucial to make the time for this. For too long now we think that our purpose in life is to get a career a car a house etc, have the two point five kids a pet dog and cat. Well come on, really, if you really think about it, these things were not around in the beginning of time, life was not about this, and it never was, never will. These are material gains, things that are worthless to us in all reality. The things that are important, and believe me when I say, you can have the happiest life being poor, money is only a tool, yes maybe an essential tool for the lives we lead. But what is important, is that moment you take listening to a child, having a cuppa with a friend at a cafe, patting the cat, hugging your children, your parents, your grandparents. Spending time with those you love, making a nice meal for some friends, comforting a loved one in a time of need. You don’t know how long these people will be a part of your life, you will not miss their BMW when they are gone, you will miss them. When we all come to the unavoidable time in our lives called death, do you really think that we are thinking about how we didn’t get that plasma tv, or that brand new car? NO!!! We are thinking, I could have treated this person better, or made more time for this person, did my kids truly know that I loved them? (Kids are more interested in spending time with their parents, than getting that brand new Xbox 360) We are so wrapped up in something that is not real, is this because of a fear of what life may be truly about, what others will think of us, that if we take time to look at ourselves we might not like what we see, hiding from the inevitable – death? Its time to review and recognise what is important!!!

• just quickly...
  by Benjamin Liew

  ok / so here we go do I… / 1: quit everything then do it / 2: quit slowly and do it slower / 3: do what im doing and do it even slower / ...

  ok / so here we go do I… / 1: quit everything then do it / 2: quit slowly and do it slower / 3: do what im doing and do it even slower / or / 4: dont do it at all and stay safe? and then answer this where do i do it? 1: where i moved to? / 2: where i moved from? / 3: somewhere else? i’m keeping it cryptic to see what people say without knowing what im on about. will explain later if u care to read.

• My First Sale! Thanks!
  by Asia Barsoski

  I’m SO HAPPY ! I made my first sale today! Thankyou so much! A big Lickery kiss from me to you! YaAAAAAAAYYYYY! Joy!

  I’m SO HAPPY ! I made my first sale today! Thankyou so much! A big Lickery kiss from me to you! YaAAAAAAAYYYYY! Joy!

• Photographer's career is blossoming!
  by MrsBuden

  Hi Everyone! I wanted to share some amazing news about my cousin Melissa! She just booked her first wedding and I know she will tak…

  Hi Everyone! I wanted to share some amazing news about my cousin Melissa! She just booked her first wedding and I know she will take amazing photos for the bride and groom! She took my photo’s for my wedding and was in awe of how beautiful her work was!!! Check our her work: / http://www.redbubble.com/people/mellarel Congratulations little cuz, I am so proud of you!! xoxoxo / Nathalie

• Officially an Optometry Technician...
  by Mandilicious

  I started my new job today and I LOVE it!!! I get to do all the eye exams/screens which means I get an upclose and personal look at ever…

  I started my new job today and I LOVE it!!! I get to do all the eye exams/screens which means I get an upclose and personal look at everyone’s eyes. It’s super neat. AND I get to wear scrubs which is like wearing pajamas to work. I’m catching on relatively quick. I even learned how to put on contacts today…well, on myself anyway. I’m not quite good enough to put them on customers, but I did get a free pair of green contacts to practice. They only make my eyes look hazel instead of brown, but the color change is not that drastic. They said they’ll give me some gray ones when I go back on Wednesday. The people I work with are cool too. They all seem really nice and they like to cut up. I think this job is good for me. It’s fast paced enough so that I’m not staring at the clock wondering when it’ll be time for me to leave but I’m also not so busy that I don’t know what to do with myself. And the hours are CAKE. We open Monday through Saturday from 10:00am to 7:00pm and Sunday from 12:00pm to 4:00pm. No late nights. No early mornings. Weekends are rotated between employees. Even if I do work on a weekend, the hours are not bad and I’d still be able to go out or whatever if I wanted to. Any the way, thanks again for everyone’s warm wishes, good luck wishes, and prayers or whatever you all did in my honor to find a job. I appreciate it greatly and I’m super content now. Until later… ...xoxo.

• career start!
  by Chrissy erskine

  ive always been a creative child never a very achedemic one though… / today i made that final decision im going too try and get into the…

  ive always been a creative child never a very achedemic one though… / today i made that final decision im going too try and get into the theater by us… / im sooo nervous because lets face it i have no sef confidence and no faith in me! / so come on guys wish me luck :(