I think my style hurt me more than anything because the lady brought up the internet and went straight to Behance (dot net), scrolling through the various artwork. Basically, she was showing me what my work should look like. It was humbling to say the least. I mean, she wasn't telling me that my artwork was bad, but it wasn't the cup of tea of their clients/companies. They're not into comic book illustration or anything that looks like it. They're not into the pre-production process of film and television. Still, I feel like shit because I was looking forward to making money and eventually moving into my own place.
Coincidentally, it's St. Patrick's Day, so I have a good excuse to drink away my sorrows.
Cheers, I guess...
Current Jam ► - Rocky Road to Dublin by the High Kings