Time is a manufactured measurement of progress of our existence; from the beginning of time to the end of time.

Somewhere in the midst of all of that time are our individual moments on this earth. Moments that many people describe as “a blink of an eye”, and moments we wish would last forever.

Every once in a while, my wife and I will look at our 3-year-old son and whisper to each other how big he’s getting. He’s going to be starting school soon, and every time I think about it my heart sinks into my gut.

Time is flying by.

It’s a goal of mine to be able to spend more time with my wife and son as much as possible, meaning working from home and finding a way of making money. It’s another goal of mine to be able to have my art be that income, whether I’m writing books, drawing or painting.

So far, it’s a no-go.

I have two children’s chapter books that I’m working on, a poetry book slowly coming together, a partial novel written, paintings stacked in the corner, and an endless amount of digital artwork on the computer, a lot of which is for sale right now on my Society6 online store. There are nearly 400 products for sale with my art printed on them.

I’m hoping that soon I will have art prints available on hand to be able to sale from home. I know some of the prices on Society6 can be a little steep for some, so hopefully, I can sale some prints from home a little cheaper. But, for now, they’re only available on the online store.

I keep telling myself that I have time. But, I blinked, and now my son will be 4 years old in June.

I want more time.

I need more time.

 

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[Below you can find the links to my online stores.]

 

ARTWORK: [Society6]

BOOKS: [Lulu.com]

 

Neyiwa! Thank You!

It’s rough and full of potholes.

Too many times I’ve wanted to pull over and call it quits. I keep telling myself to keep moving forward and, eventually, this long and bumpy road will lead me to something meaningful and rewarding.

…And after a long and weary sigh, I trudge forward.

I don’t know why I keep going, except for the sheer joy I get out of creating new things, but I could save hundreds of dollars a year just by passing up the art supplies in the stores or online.

Financially, my art does nothing for me. It contributes nothing to my family. Zero. Zilch.

So, why do I keep doing it?

I feel that I’ve plateaued artistically. I will never have the money to go to school in order to hone my skills, so, in my mind, I will never have the skills to do anything potentially great.

So, again, why do I keep doing?

This is my mind every single day. I struggle with self-doubt. Actually, to be honest, I don’t struggle with self-doubt because, most of the time, self-doubt paralyzes me, it paralyzes my spirit, almost to the point of no return.

There have been many times that I’ve gathered all of my materials, my paintings, all of my work, and have gotten to the point of tossing them all in the trashcan.

But…I don’t. I never do.

I lay all my painting out on the table and look them over. I think about the work I put into them. I think about the joy it brings me to paint and to create things…anything.

It’s usually at that point that the road smooths out again and the ride isn’t so terrible. I roll the windows down, take in the fresh air, and enjoy the things I do.  I believe in myself again, even if for a short time.

I know somewhere up the road my confidence will, once again, slip out the window and I will find self-doubt in the passenger seat telling me how bad of a driver I am…

But until then, I’m going to paint pictures, I’m going to write books, and I’m going to enjoy the ride.

 

P.S. – I found a home on Society6 where my original art is put on products like art prints, canvas prints, framed prints, coffee mugs, travel mugs, pillows, throw blankets, and much more!  Check it out!

NEYIWA! Thank You!

 

It’s been 5 months since I last posted. Wow!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I have a lot going on, but things are still moving along. Had to put my new book Indian Boy on the back burner for a bit. But, during some of my downtime, I started writing on book #2.

We moved into a new house a couple months ago and things have gotten mixed up or I just don’t have enough room now for all of the things I need. So, I’m trying to make do with what room I have, which is very little.

What’s left? Well, I have to finish editing book #1 and begin the art for it. Once all of that’s finished, I can publish it! Yay! Then it’s on to book #2. I don’t know how many Indian Boy books there will be yet, but I’m hoping to get at least two right now. I might continue the story in the future. There are a lot of projects that I’m hoping to get started on, and some I’m hoping to finish. Many projects require money that I just don’t have so it will take time to get those projects rolling. So any donation, no matter how small, will help and is very much appreciated. You can find the donation button on the home page.

2018 is the year! Get book 1 and 2 of Indian Boy published and begin new projects.

Easy.

Right…?

 

I keep telling myself, “get up and KICK it into gear, buddy!” The only problem is that I don’t know how to drive a stick.

So, at this moment, my life is in automatic and it’s puttering along and I might even have a flat. I guess I’m trying to say that there are some tune ups that need to be done on my life and I need get things fixed in my mind to be able to focus on my work. I have a full-time job and little boy that needs my attention. Well, he doesn’t NEED my attention, I just give it to him because sometimes a Ninja Turtle comes out of nowhere and punches me in the belly and it almost makes me pee myself, and sometimes I need to transform into Shredder and chase him around the house.

That’s me. I give my son as much attention as I can, and now I’m trying to do the same with my artwork. There’s something inside of me that won’t let me quit, even though I tell myself that it’s just too much to do. I love art and I love being Shawnee and I want to combine those two aspects about myself to create something amazing for Indigenous children and adults to be able to look at and say, “Hey, he looks like me,” or, “Hey, I’m Shawnee, too!” and I want them to be proud that there are Shawnee characters, or just Indigenous characters, for them to relate to. Indigenous children need to be able to see themselves in their favorite genres,

There are a lot of native artists coming up that are making indigenous movies, comic books, novels, etc., and I want to be apart of that revolution. I want to be able to say I did something for my people. I put us in books, comic books, movies, novels, and not in a broken English native role, but in the lead role. My characters went to space and time traveled to a distant planet full of strange aliens who wanted to eat them, so they fought them, but they also made friends with some of them. The best part is the protagonist is Shawnee!

Whoa! What! An indigenous sci-fi story?

Thought that story hasn’t been made yet, it’s a story that indigenous youngsters can get into. Just because they’re native, doesn’t mean they need to read stories about feathers and powwows all the time. They want stories that they love to read that just happen to have a character who is Shawnee and they can be proud of it.

It’s time for me to stop driving in automatic and learn to drive a stick shift. That’s the only way that I’m going take control of how fast I move toward my goals.

I’m just a one man crew…but it’s time to get up and kick it into gear!