You Have Just Entered the JenEart Zone

In the distance is a doorway. Upon the arch above it is written "The Art of Jennifer Eichelberger." What could lay beyond the passage? Mystery? Enchantment? Horror? There is only one way to find out. You must enter the jenEart Zone.

This is a cover I've recently made for a new portfolio. I'm also finishing up some other paintings to go into my portfolio. As I get them done I'll post them here.

This portfolio will be one that I drop off in person. So, the completed form will only be available to the publishers that I go see. (You publishers can't wait, I bet.) They're drooling at the mouth. More like I'm begging at their door.

So Here it is. The first of my new images. Enjoy.

A Lesson from Jesse Thorn

Here is a great article to read. If you haven't heard of Jesse Thorn, now is a good time to start. He hosts his own podcast and invites special guests to speak each week. I could say he's funny, but don't take my word for it. Find out for yourself.

In the article he talks about becoming successful at doing your own creative things (whether "things" is music, comedy, or building model city's from toilet paper and glue.) The biggest thing I took from it was the need to be persistent and then share with others what you've created. It will do you little good to make 100 mini paintings on the backs of bottle caps this year if no one else sees them.

Basically if you create and create and share and share, eventually you can find an audience (unless your work is so hopelessly bad that no one but your mom would ever re-post.)

So, here I go posting for posting sake. Not cause I think I'm a great writer, but because I definitely won't get better at it by not writing.

P.S. still no baby. The hospital was over run so we rescheduled for Thursday afternoon.

The Final Count Down

This is what I feel like. I think I probably look like this as well.

The last month is the worst. (Only cause I don't throw up the first three. Don't hate me.) I've got the pregnant woman waddle going on (very attractive.)

The funny thing is that on Saturday while I was wandering the mall attempting to get things going, I saw a teenage boy in tight pants and chains with the same waddle as me. It caused me to wonder whether he was meaning to have a cool strut or if he had been in a tragic accident that made him look as uncomfortable as a nine month pregnant woman.

Either way my sympathy goes out to him.

I'm off to see the doctor. Today I set my inducement but its not going to happen. After five minutes at the hospital they will say come back another day after your a bit more effaced. I'm fine with it (just uncomfortable.) At least I can keep drawing.

Hear that Lion Roar!

I can't believe that of all days, I missed writing on Leap Day. Come on, Jen, it only comes around once every four years.

Well, it snowed last night. And to tell the truth, not all that much. But since we haven't had much snow at all this winter I'm gonna go ahead and say that March has come in like a lion (a mangy, half starved lion.)

Yesterday was not productive in many ways for me. I didn't paint once. I didn't tweet, update facebook, or blog. I did, however get my mailers sent out. And since my goal this year is to send out mailers every other month, I just made it.

I did feel gratified when a fellow post office customer came up to me to ask what I was doing. (I was putting 3 cent stamps on my already 29 cent stamped postcards.) So, I showed her my card and let her know what I do. She was genuinely curious and awed with my talent. It gave me the opportunity to tell her about my most recent book. I was pleased when she said she had heard of it.

You know, I could have easily gotten annoyed with a busy body snooping into my business, but what good would that have done me? Had I given a short, rude response she would have felt abashed, and I would have felt smug in my dark world and brooded over how I was justified in behaving in such a manner. Its nice to treat people nice.