He has painted a baseball every day for 38 years to create the world’s – largest ball of paint.
“My intention was to paint maybe a thousand coats on it and then maybe cut it in half and see what it looked like,” Mike says in his soft spoken way, noting that each coat on his ball is a different color from the one before.
“But then it got to the size where it looked kinda neat, and all my family said keep on painting it. And I’ve continued on for all these years.”
How it all began: The first coat of paint is applied to Michael Carmichael’s baseball by his son Mike Jr in 1977
Getting bigger: The 13,300th coat of paint is applied to ball. Visitors have flocked from around the world to add new coats of paint
I’m tired of getting these stupid offers to work on people’s “passion projects” for free, usually with the promise of compensation when/if the project takes off. Guess what? I don’t care that you’re passionate about it, I care if you’re competent. When you knock on my door asking for free work, its a clear sign that you aren’t. You might have hopes that your project hits it big and that you’ll eventually get rich off of it, but if you REALLY believed in it, I feel like you’d be more willing to put your own livelihood on the line instead of asking an artist to do it for you. If I do a bunch of free work hoping it’ll pay off, I’m not doing other work that could actually feed me and pay my bills. And what happens when the project doesn’t get funded or some important factor blows up or everyone decides to quit out early? I get screwed. So, no. I don’t want to work on your passion project. Not unless I get paid up front.
WONDERFUL ADVICE for artists. Please don’t undervalue your art, your time and efforts are valuable and deserve fair compensation.
For any of you who are writing ‘across the pond’-here is a little guide I put together of some common differences between British and American English!
Finally had some time to do another Tumblrdraws piece. I was very amused by the scenario in the posts above and thought it deserved an illustration.
two seconds later Trish and Kate meet from opposite sides of the mouth of the alley, both holding coffee “Oh did you–” “Sorry, are you here–” “I’m here for the deaf guy,” Kate says. “I’m here for the one who missed the dumpster,” Trish responds as Kate peers into said dumpster. “There’s an extra in here,” Kate prods the guy in black with an arrow. He moans. It’s a sad sound. “I’ll take him, too, I guess. Wanna help me roll this dumpster up the street? I think that’ll be easier than pulling them out.”
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