Monday, August 1, 2022

Fountain City Con 2022

New badge holder in full effect and ready to sell some art!

There are some blog entries that take me a long while to write, then edit and revise. This one for Fountain City Con, and the upcoming one for C2E2 have taken me literal months to get through (the entry date is backdated for chronological sake of the blog).

I did my best to be open minded about how I was approaching this overview of the show.

But I feel I have to be fairly honest and forward as I have been in all my previous writeups about shows. That means from what I earned, to what foot traffic was like, to how the show environment felt.

Fountain City was a show I'd heard good things about, and this year was to mark the first time it was going to be a two day event. I sat on the fence about doing it, because I had already made a massive investment that I was nervous about, in just having paid for C2E2 (from waitlist status). But it wasn't a lot for a table, so I gave it a chance.

Friday - Show Setup Anxieties

Friday night had set up time from 5 PM until 8 PM. I was unable to make it out there until well past eight o'clock, but thankfully the staff onsite were extremely nice when I called explaining that I was late getting off of a contract job and was now gridlocked in traffic on 70 highway. The route turned into what would’ve been a 35 minute drive into an hour and a half.

Really hoped it was going to stay overcast through the weekend, just to stave off the heat.
Thankfully, when I arrived, there were still plenty of others, mainly vendors still setting up. I pulled up the map that had been sent out prior via email with loading and load out instructions, just to make sure I didn't need to check in with anyone.

When I got in through the corner entrance, I was surprised by how large the show floor space looked at first glance.

The show layout looked really sharp.
My table set up was roughly an 8 x 8‘ area, with plenty of room behind my table and the other line of tables behind me. Thankfully that meant I could set up my full display, but I only had a window of about 30 minutes to get things set up before the hall would close up for the evening.

I managed to get the walls the table and display rack set up, and decided to wait until Saturday morning to get everything else set up.

About halfway setup, just had the artwork left to hang on the walls.
I drove home that evening, thinking about the possibilities and what else I still had left to set up. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit worried, that naturally happens when it’s a show that’s brand new to me. I was happy to see that plenty of artists were at the show.

For some reason, after getting home, about 10 o’clock that night, I was still really nervous.

As I got ready for bed, I laid there awake, just thinking. Insomnia bouts aren't fun, especially before a show. Somewhere in between random thoughts, I fell asleep.

Saturday - Day One, One Sale

As you all may know, I love getting into shows early so I can walk around a bit, maybe do some shopping and a lot of visiting before the public gets in.

The marketing had quite an eventful show day planned out, with a cosplay contest, and enough vendors, artists, and other things that led me to believe it could be a very well attended show.

In the email they requested the people get there by 9 AM although the show is to start at 10 AM on Saturday. This was to accommodate the VIP ticket holders that would get in for early shopping. I am not new to this, as NakaKon does this very thing as do many other shows.

I believe my brother (who was my booth assistant for part of the day) and I, got there about 8 AM.

After catching up with a few people, I quickly finished setting up my artwork, the table, and got my square reader fired up, business cards laid out, and checked to make sure that I had all the things I needed to get through the day.

All set up and ready to sell!
We wandered around for about 40 minutes after that, looking at future possible purchases and checked out the Lego builds from a local group.

I may join up with this Lego group at some point in the future.
I also picked up a few vintage video games. By then, it was time for me to go back to my table, as it was time for the VIPs to start coming into to the show.

The Japanese Atari was a true sight to behold.
I love that there are more video game vendors at shows these days, especially with import game versions for sale.

WHY does Japan always have the best graphic design for packaging?!
So back I was at my table. The energy around me was filled with people talking between one another at the tables, waiting for customers to come by.

There are times when you do enough artist alleys, enough shows, that you can start to feel that something is off. It didn’t really seem like there were many early attendees coming in.

I tried to reassure myself that the anxiety and fear I was feeling was unfounded, "it’s a new show for you", I reminded myself. "it’s a brand new location just chill out man".

Ever since I started writing these review blogs, I write down metrics, count how many business cards I hand out, record crowd density throughout the days, note the types of sales made around me, and build up reference notes for accurate review of how I can work a show if I come back for future selling efforts. For instance, I handed out 38 business cards, spoke in depth to 26 of those people, and of those 26 people I made 11 sales, consisting of 10 comic books, and one art reproduction I sold with a $5 discount applied. I also spoke to 14 vendors, and purchased items from 5 of them. I spoke to 10 creators/authors/artists, and bought from 4 of them.

A good number of people showed up between the hours of 11am till around 2:30 PM. This was also around the time the cosplay contest was happening. Which was a great highlight of the day for many people. The rest of the show time was quiet enough that I was able to visit a multitude of creators I knew at the show, I’m talking at least 5 to 20 minute conversations each.

One of the two judges for the cosplay event, Folxy Cosplay, with one of her amazing creations.
For those of you that have done shows, you know what I’m getting at. A good portion of the show's hours, it did not seem that there were more attendees then there were vendors or artists at the show. This is based on the count of people that walked down through the particular artist alley row I was in. Yes, I kept track of that. 112 on Saturday, and 72 on Sunday.

I say this having taken video and photos for TikTok and Twitter over the course of that day and hesitating because there was no foot traffic in our particular road in artist alley. It was slow enough for me to also go all the way across the show floor to make transactions with various vendors take the time to dig through containers filled with toys and look up some comic books, exchange money and come back and nothing had changed.

At some point from what I understood, there was a soccer game occurring in the other half of the arena. The Outside situation was that the parking lot was already pretty filled by the time this show was beginning to pick up steam by 11 o’clock. I had a few acquaintances that had attempted to get out to the show that informed me there was no where to park which was really unfortunate. I had looked up the game schedule for the venue, and did find a game that was scheduled for that day, but I'm not sure how much parking had to do with attendance either way. as I was pretty sure the parking lot was large enough to accommodate busy events.

Anytime I see someone cosplaying a Jawa, it brightens my mood.
I don’t believe it was a lack of advertisement, I don’t know if it was a new location, I don’t know if it was the weather, but something didn't quite work out in favor for me at this show.

I tried my best, I engaged with people, caught up with friends, did trades, sold a few things and was grateful for everyone that came by and picked up stuff.

But with such low sales, I had to turn this into essentially a marketing and self promotion event, and just accept the loss. Which is never easy.

I did have time to do some small sketch ideas throughout the day.
As the day wore on, there was a lot of hope that Sunday would be a better day. I ended that evening by 6 o’clock, worn out, my voice practically gone and looking forward to dinner.

So I went to sleep with the thought I had a possible chance at making a comeback the second day of the show, since I thought I had from 10am till 5pm to sell.

But as it turns out, I had overlooked a small detail in the email that truncated that hope for me.

Sunday - Day Two, Ten Comics sold

I always try to support any show, even if it doesn’t go well for me. I figure if I’m having a bad day, I’m gonna try like hell to make sure other people don’t.

When I got in there the mood was weary, people were quiet. I'd picked up some coffee energy drinks to fire up my energy. After readying my booth setup once again, I quickly drank my canned energy, and went to start buying things.

Was not prepared for the spectrum of rarities on this table...
The day was filled with a lot more conversation interactions and business card trades. I even had enough time to go shopping yet again right after 12 o’clock. There was nothing particularly outstanding about the day that made me think I want to come back and do the show again.

This also marked the first time since the 80s that I had seen the USS Flagg in person. This one fully assembled!
I did try to stay upbeat, I worked on my standup routine (no seriously, I may not do stand up comedy anymore, but I still work on material for telling stories at my table during shows).

Throughout the day I had enough time to tell long winded stories previous experiences at shows, even at one point explaining how I made a recipe about chili. But I did manage to sell 10 copies of my comic book to people.

Right around 1:45pm, something odd happened. There was a little bit of flurry of action over on the other side of the arena floor. I didn’t really paid any heed, thinking, "ok somebody decided to start breaking down early".

As it turns out, in the email there was two facts that I had overlooked one was the show would end at 3 o’clock but if people wanted to start tearing down at 2 o’clock they were fine with that I believe is it how was it was worded. We had to be out by 4 o’clock and no later because of an event that was happening immediately after the show.

I'm being frank in saying that I'm not the only one in my area that had to have missed that breakdown time on the email. The arena event workers took any spare tables that were in the vendors area and started stacking them and putting them away along with accompanying chairs.

I don’t know the exact order of events that happened, but one of the people in artist alley in my row was friends with a vendor who was told that if he had the opportunity to start tearing down, to do so. So that they could take the tables and chairs. Information went back-and-forth and I’m certain some misinformation may have happened, or at the very least misunderstandings.

I get that there was a note in the email, but I was also a bit surprised that there was also no direct communication from anybody running or working at the show, who might have come around maybe at 1:30pm to remind everyone what was happening.

By the time the tear down dust has started to settle, I was sweaty, sitting outside in my truck, with the A/C on full blast.

Maybe there was a miscommunication between Fountain City and whatever volleyball tournament event that was happening at three or 4 o’clock, I really don’t know. But it was an awkward and very clumsy end to a show that certainly seem to have had a lot of promise going for it.

My stuff on my little hand truck, over to the side of volleyball nets going up.
I do feel bad for the people that had come in to attend the event around the 1:30pm to 1:45pm mark.

I distinctly remember speaking to one such a woman who had brought her four children. I remember this because I and another creator in artist alley had spoken to her about what anime would be appropriate for her now teenage daughter. My neighborhood recommended Fullmetal Alchemist, and I had recommended the Netflix anime Komi Can’t Communicate. The woman was grateful for the input and was looking forward to wandering around till 5pm at the show because they had just gotten there. Not one of us corrected her, I also was of the mindset that the show ended at 5pm. I'm not sure why.

Mind you that was moments before everything started being taken down and the show and it’s entirety was for the most part packed up and shut down by 3 o’clock.

So...I really wanted to be positive in this review. I gave an honest and open look at what it was like for me to have done this show. The negatives I posted and talked about are not without example. You can look at the photos, and I'm brutally honest about my earnings.

Fountain City Con Haul
I hope the show continues to grow and finds incredibly greater growth and success next year if they hold it again. But I can’t take the gamble of expense to attend a show that I didn’t even cover the cost of the table I purchased. And that’s an unfortunate thing, because there was quite a bit that I did enjoy about the show. But enjoyment does not equal making a living. And this is a discussion that anyone that does the show should have with themselves if they decide to proceed with making a professional career effort out of what they do and showcase at conventions.

Show Overview.

Onto the breakdown points of Fountain City Con.

Is it worth it?

For me, it was not. I'm basing that on my earnings and expenses.

The cosplay contest appeared to have been run really well, and people in attendance seemed really happy with the show as a whole.

The show has a lot going for it, and is very family friendly, and any families I saw looked like they had a great time.

This was the first time Fountain City had a two day show. I had really hoped it was going to be a new show I would look forward to doing. But even before the money I spent of my own accord at the show on fellow vendors and artists, I had only barely made back my table cost. I can't justify doing the show again unfortunately.

Expense/Earnings
  1. Artist Alley Table price: $56.12
  2. Fuel/food: $44.89
  3. Purchases from vendors and other artists: $137.00
Total Expenses: $238.01

  1. Friday Sales: 30.00
  2. Saturday Sales: $26.75 

    Total Earnings: $56.75

Pros

  • The show has a positive energy, and from years past, clearly people have enjoyed attending
  • Show layout and variety was very good, from vendors to artists, gaming to collectibles
  • Cosplay contest was held, and many of the people seemed to enjoy it
  • Email communication for setup was clear and timely
  • Show attendance rates were $20 Adult Wknd Pass, $15/$10 single day, and more options

Cons

  • Didn't see staff members during the show on the floor or making rounds, that I could see.
  • Abrupt/hurried end to show for event space to set up volleyball nets
  • Told by friends attempting to attend on Sat, that there was no parking early in the day

The Final Evaluation

I don't know what form the show will return in for 2023, but for those that enjoyed it, I hope it returns and is a great experience.

It's reputation when it was a one day show was stellar from all I'd heard previously.

Attending is affordable and very family friendly. It's another good, lower cost experience before one tries going to shows like NakaKon or Planet Comicon.

I can't speak for other creators or vendors, but the low sales and sporadic seeming attendance over the majority of the weekend didn't work out for me financially.

Thank you so much for reading, I am Mario, the Artisan Rogue, and until next time, remember to support artists and local businesses. Be kind to your fellow beings and always take the path less traveled. We all may live in times uncertain, but kindness, understanding, and believing in the good that is in most each and every one of us is what can bring about better days!


LINKS



L. David Hesler - I traded for a great Zombie book from him!

1313 Mockingbird Lane - Amazing toy store in Lawrence, KS!



Mario, the Artisan Rogue
Illustrator, Voice Actor, Writer, Animal Rights Activist
www.theartisanrogue.com


Tuesday, July 5, 2022

TF Expo 2022

Been around for 10 years and it's the first time I attended this show.
After three days at ICON, I needed a bit of a guilty infusion to participate in. The TF  Expo was on  Sunday, and tickets were $10 at the door. The show was held at the Stoney Creek Hotel, which is a short drive for me to get to, and it's an enjoyable venue to attend shows in.

I didn't get an artist's table at this show, I just wanted to go, relax, talk and do some shopping for vintage and import items to add to my collection. I was still shell shocked from my Roadshow table sales fail at ICON.
Graphic design/package art on Japanese items always looks amazing.
The show attendance was light, but I also paid for the early bird ticket, so there were more people that eventually showed up to shop.
It wasn't just robots, there were action figure lines like GI Joe...
One of the things I love is digging through stuff for sale. You just never know what deals and finds await. Many of them unexpected!.
and import video games!
The smaller shows can be a lot of fun, because unlike much bigger shows, I feel like I can breathe, exchange stories, and take my time looking at things.
The two panels I attended were great!
There were two panels I attended. The first one was about unauthorized and bootleg versions of Takara/Hasbro items, as well as 3rd Party releases of licensed characters. Nerdy though this is, I didn't find myself falling asleep during these presentations.  
[Left] This was the initial colorway release of the robot that would eventually become Omega Supreme in the Transformers toy line. [Right] I had a budget of $120 I wanted to stick to, but this Machine Robo base was AMAZING!
I loved that the second panel had some great examples of wild rarities brought in from a personal collection to show off.

When I was a kid, I was obsessed with Anime robot design, having seen early Diaclone stuff in stores. So the toy designs, from the sculpts, to the package design, to the toy colors, are all aspects I sincerely enjoy so much.
I believe this is the Brazilian colorway of one of the Jumpstarters from Transformers.
If you've seen Nacelle Company's fantastic series, The Toys that Made Us, the episode I consider to be my absolute favorite is the one dealing with the history of the Transformers. It has some segments with screenwriter, game designer and novelist, Flint Dille.
Flint Dille had some great stories.
Pros like him who've been in the entertainment business for so many years, have a veritable treasure trove of stories that from my personal experiences, are unmatched. 

He covered television and movies he worked on, people in the industry he'd met and had often hilarious or unusual interactions with, but also was talking about his new book, that covered those very same subjects. I meant to pick up his book but didn't make it back over to his table. 
Show Haul: A 3rd Party Soundtrack and some Decepticon Seekers that I got a great deal on.
The vendors had a wide range of prices going on at booths. Sure there were some high price rarities and imports, but there were some amazing finds with good prices. I also picked up some other items I didn't photograph for this post, but I ended up keeping it to about $70 total spent.
This figure is about 4 inches tall, and is a killer 3rd Party option for Soundwave.
After about four or five hours at the show, I had already covered the room and shopped as much as I could. It was cathartic and I was in a great mood. I felt like myself again. 

Thanks for that TF Expo!

Show Overview.

So let's break down TF Expo.

Is it worth it?

Yes, from an attendee point.

If you're a pop culture fan, specifically into Transformers/Gobots/Japanese Bots, this show is right up your alley.

The vendors were all really friendly, and the artists had some amazing stuff there. I wish I'd brought more money to have picked up something from one of them.

This was the second time this show had been in this location. Attendance might have suffered from that combined with coming back since Covid's shutdowns. Its origins were in Witchita, Kansas, and then it moved to the Adams Mark in 2018, and Stoney Creek in 2019.

Expense
  1. One Ticket for TF Expo: $10
  2. There were variable upgrade tickets for extras

Pros

  • The panels were a lot of fun, very educational, and well done.
  • The Stoney Creek location is nice and open
  • The vendors had price points from items for a few dollars to very cool high price rarities
  • Parking was no problem
  • The staff was helpful and had some cool and unusual custom exclusives for purchase

Cons

  • I didn't know that there were any artists in attendance, maybe that info was announced, not sure.
  • The lower attendance did affect the room ambiance some, but the show did have a new location

The Final Evaluation

I hope the show makes a return in 2023. It's a fun show, and if you are a family, it's affordable and very family friendly to attend. Like many smaller shows around this area, it's a good, lower cost experience before one tries going to shows like NakaKon or Planet Comicon.

And if you love robots, collecting, and other 1980/90s toys, this show is a pretty good one to attend for collectors in this niche.

I can't speak to the vending/artist table aspect, but a slower show is always harder to make sales at. Thankfully I did see some sales happen when I was talking to a few of them.

Thank you so much for reading, I am Mario, the Artisan Rogue, and until next time, remember to support artists and local businesses. Be kind to your fellow beings and always take the path less traveled. We all may live in times uncertain, but kindness, understanding, and believing in the good that is in most each and every one of us is what can bring about better days! Keep it real, you glorious bastards.


LINKS

TF Expo



Mario, the Artisan Rogue
Illustrator, Voice Actor, Writer, Animal Rights Activist
www.theartisanrogue.com





Monday, July 4, 2022

ICON11 - a reality check

That's a lot of art supplies and bill money.
ICON, the Illustrator's Conference, is as their website states, "an inclusive gathering of illustrators, designers, educators, representatives, and art buyers exploring illustration today. Since 1999, we have produced conferences in Santa Fe, Philadelphia, San Francisco, New York, Los Angeles, Providence, Portland, Austin, and Detroit."

It was an event I'd heard about, but since it always happened in areas that weren't in the midwest, I figured it was a show I'd never attend much less participate in. Then I found out it was coming to Kansas City...

Now, a quick disclaimer before I jump into this, I only attended three of the four days of the show this ran, because I had another small convention to attend. But in retrospect, I believe I had gotten as much out of it as I could’ve in the three days that I did attend.

Insecurity and an App


I don't know if it's getting older, or just because of a load of anxiety I always carry with me, the day I had to get my badge for the show, I was a wreck. I was tired, and extremely foggy headed (this point will come in very important over future blog entries). But I was determined to get in the groove, and get the most out of this conference. "It's an ILLUSTRATOR's conference! I'm an illustrator right?", I told myself.
Seriously one of the nicest hotels I've ever been in. Contrast this a few weeks later with the worst hotel I'd been in (but that's another, upcoming story).
Registration was in the Marriott downtown, and eventually after asking a few people and checking the emails that I had received, I was able to successfully get lost. After a few more confused minutes, I found the desk for check-in. This conference was spread out between four places, the Marriot, the Folly Theatre, the Nelson Atkins museum, and the KC Art Institute. Ted talk like presentations and programming, took place at the Nelson, while paid courses took place at the Art Institute.

The first thing that struck me was how little actual general gathering time there was at this conference. I can only speak from my own experience, the conference as a whole, felt like a lot of either downtime or hurried and focused points of attending speakers presentations or the classes. Since things were so spread out, I didn't find a lot of time to connect or network with very many people, but the handful that I was able to talk with, I appreciated greatly!

One of the stand out aspects of the show was a well designed app for mobile phones. The app was color-coded and had a significant amount of information for each entry. There were areas divided up into the general no cost presentations that anyone could attend so long as you were registered with ICON. There were workshops available for a fee, ranging around $45. What I really liked about the app was the ability to see all of the scheduled programming and workshops, and with a simple slide of a tab at the top, you were able to check out your own schedule specifically.

There was also a way to look up people who were attending the show, as well as a chat function that I didn't end up utilizing. One thing that I didn't understand was the lack of notifications from it for selected items on the schedule. It’s way too easy to get caught up looking around being somewhere else and not realizing that you have something coming up that you’d like to attend or see. Another aspect about the app that's been helpful even these weeks later, is that all of the course info and other details are still intact. So I am now left with a record of what courses and places I experienced and learned in, as well as who my instructors were. In the absence of much time to network, this was a happy discovery so I could follow up with instructors/presenters at a later date.

DAY ONE: Mantras, Paper, and Motion Commotion- Wed, June 29th

I got up early about 6 o’clock to make it to the registration table by 7 o’clock, not knowing, but anticipating, that I would end up having to search for it. That proved to be very accurate and if you follow me on TikTok, you saw the video where I ended up completely lost in the Marriott. I’m fairly comfortable asking other people for directions, so with some help I found my way there. A bit of stress was already in my mind though, because as anyone who has ever lived in Kansas City will tell you, the parking is absolute hell downtown at the best of times. Over the years I've found find certain areas that have free parking and no I'm not telling you where those are, but if you're diligent, you can find them.

After a while, I figured out I needed to traverse the skywalk that connected to the Marriott that led to another building I'd coincidentally parked near. I had not noticed in the email that a skywalk was mentioned, and I was slightly confused as to where the registration table was. In urban settings, I have the directional ability of a plastic bag caught in the wind. In my defense, the instructions might’ve been a little bit more clear. People from out of town, whom I spoke to, also had issues knowing where exactly the registration table was. I'm certain my suggestion of giant lit up arrows every 15 feet will be resoundingly ignored by the show runners. Please light the beacons, this Gondorian calls for aid.

I was a skywalker for a few minutes each day I was here. Star Wars nerd moment.
Crossing the skywalk, I found an elevator, then an escalator, and eventually a stairwell, and a sign with an arrow on it, pointing downstairs to the first floor and then further down another set of stairs leading, I presumed underground, and then back up again to the registration area.

[Left] Finally found the sign. [Right] This was a cool little sitting area at the bottom of the stairway.
The registration area was located near what appeared to be an old mail room in a no longer used lobby for the Marriott. It was actually quite beautiful, and had an aesthetic that reminded me a bit of something from out of the 1920s, probably because it may have been built in the 1920s.

This photo doesn't do it justice. The whole lobby is rather stunning.
Masks were still very much in preference at the show, which I was happy to see. Surprisingly there was no large line to pick up what I assumed would be physical tickets, a wristband, or some thing to get into the show. I asked the staff present about the KC roadshow aspect that I'd paid to be a part of. They then asked me if I was an attendee of the conference. I replied, yes. They looked for my name, and after a few minutes, my name was located, info about the RoadShow given, and I was handed my badge and a small colorfully designed bag filled with show swag. I then made my way back up to some tables I saw near the escalator, sat down and filmed some segments of the bag contents, and my experiences thus far, and then edited the video and uploaded it to TikTok and Instagram.

The swag bag, and my badge. The design on the bag is pretty legit.
Let me take a moment to say that one of the most fun aspects of being a creative is how my phone has very literally become a recording, editing, and promoting tool on the fly. When I started out of college some twenty years ago, all of this would have been a fantasy. It's something that has taken a lot of the effort out of recording and archiving experiences for me.

The information I received on where and how the roadshow would be happening, was a little general, but not vague. I knew that it was starting on Thursday night at 7pm, thanks to both email and the app, and that setup was from noon to 5pm. Now, I've been doing shows for many years, mainly comic and anime shows. There’s a fairly standard way to set up these tables at the shows that I do, but this was functionally a pop-up event that would last from 7 PM until 11 PM. I had a bit of an awkward feeling that I was out of my wheelhouse, that maybe I'd made a mistake in paying to be part of the roadshow. I really had no idea what ICON would be like, but I did want to participate, no matter what, and maybe make some money while I was at it.

Doing my best to ignore the new itch of anxiety that was beginning to take hold, I refocused on other things. My first class wasn’t for another hour, at 9am. I walked out the front doors of the hotel onto the street level, past a few other attendees, about 15 or 20 of them, waiting for transportation to go back to the Nelson Atkins museum and Kansas City Art Institute area. I got to my truck, sat down for a moment, took a deep breath, and closed my eyes to just listen to the sounds of downtown, while quietly telling myself "don't let the anxiety get to you man, you can do this. it's no big deal.".

[Left] Thankful for the signs that helped me not look like a clueless lost tourist. [Right] Early to the classroom seat I like best. Middle of the back row.
I don’t know why I had to give myself a pep talk. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but this would be the feeling that I carried with me throughout the entire three days that I attended the show. Putting that to the side, I started my truck and off I went. I arrived at the Kansas City Art Institute campus with a good 35 minutes to spare before my first class, "Mantra making and Paperworking". The app had a screenshot of the map of the campus, which along from some guidance from a random lady who passed by and saw me looking as lost as a zebra in Pittsburg, I was able to get to the animation building where this course was to take place.

SO grateful for the maps in the ICON app!
I didn’t really know what to expect, but I knew one of the instructors, my friend Cat Hollyer (an amazingly skilled writer and singer) who was surprised to see me. It was a great feeling to see a familiar face, and then find out that the other two instructors were also from Hallmark. Lynn Giunta is one of the creatives whose work I knew of, but had never met before, and Eric Brace, I'd not yet met.

Now for my own issues and points of contention that involved Hallmark, I cannot say this enough, the issues I’ve had with Hallmark, do not extend to many of the wonderful people that I became friends with and have known from my years working there. Most of the people I met there were wonderful, and some of them are dear friends to this day.

The class projects were outside of my knowledge base of creating. The first exercise entailed developing a mantra which I was unfamiliar with (no seriously, I googled it while sitting there waiting for class to start). I took notes and attempted to absorb as much as I could of the information presented. I struggled coming up with a mantra. But with help, I was able to figure it out. After that, the class took a break for about 10 minutes, before we'd move into the second part of the class project.

Eric Brace and Lynn Giunta talking about some aspects of the project.
I guess this is a good time to state how surreal things were feeling for me at this moment. I believe I had a fairly unique experience compared to anyone else that attended ICON11. For any of you that have followed me on social media, you know that I had worked, off and on, at Hallmark for the better part of 10 to 11 years. I also had worked as internal security for a few months during the Covid shut down for the Nelson Atkins Museum. This also marked the very first time I had ever set foot on the Kansas City Art Institute campus, never mind actually going into any of the buildings. So my mind was certainly in an odd space. I was in a collegiate level classroom setting, engaging in skill sets and knowledge from Hallmark, which were as new and unfamiliar to me as my physical surroundings. Sometimes life plays out on some strange stages.

This moment really made me miss some of my college days at UCM.
After getting through the mantra aspect, with Cat's help, the second part of the course involved making lettering out of drawn patterns, cut paper, glue, and a substrate. I think everyone thought I was kidding when I told the story of "the Great Construction Paper Debacle of 1983, third grade".

It was the last time that I actively tried to cut paper letters out. I am not a crafter. If I want lettering I either buy it, get it manufactured for me, or design it and place it in a layout for either digital or print media output later.

I only had my calligraphy pens on me, and I loved the distressed ink look I was able to get on the paper I was cutting the letters out of.
I don’t cut paper for direct usage in artwork. But on THIS DAY I did! I started out a little slow, unsure, but I had my mantra, and a direction. Lynn made the cutting out of letters look so EFFORTLESS! Crazy jealous of her skills!

So my mantra started out as "I am a part of my community I am not apart from my community". A take on a current situation I felt in dealing with hometown aspects and the communities I try to be part of. It was refined down to "a part, not apart".

I swear when I’m around a real writer, a real editor, it is humbling, and exactly what I needed. I have a mentality that over explanation is a necessity. I celebrate being verbose and using grand eloquent words. Perhaps these are elements of my ADHD. But I understand that had I gone with my initial original message I would still be there five or six days later cutting paper, gluing things down, and would probably have endured 2 to 3 emotional breakdowns.

The final work. I still have to get it framed up.
Creating patterns on the construction paper they had provided, unlocked something in me. There was a timeline that I had to adhere to to get the final product done, and I knew myself well enough to know that if I took home whatever I was working on, the chances of me actually completing that outside of this classroom were next to zero. I really wanted to make a point that I could accomplish something in a specific set amount of time. This is a challenge that I face every single day of my life. It’s a personality quirk I could live without.

After some instruction, the classroom soon settled into a quiet yet busy mode of creation. Thankfully somebody decided to play some chill beats, and I sunk comfortably into this new creative effort. I was outside of my comfort zone, and I took this moment for all it was.

Cat Hollyer presenting her completed mantra artwork.
With about thirty minutes left of class, I managed to get mine completed. The creative flex of this exercise certainly shaved off a lot of the apprehension, worry and anxiety that I was carrying that morning.

The various mantras and distinct styles of the lettering everyone did, were fascinating to hear about.
We all took turns explaining what we did in some brisk reviews, and how we felt about what we'd all created. By the end, as we all gathered our things and cleaned up our workspaces, I thought about the experience, and it was a definite highlight for me.

Everyone packing up at the end of class.
Noon was upon us, and it would be about another hour before the presentations at Nelson Atkins Museum Auditorium would begin. I hadn’t parked that far away, but man, was it an uncomfortable walk to my truck. The dead heat of summer, led to a sweltering midday, with not a cloud in the sky. Hot as it was, I was hungry. There's not a lot of choices nearby for getting food. I opted for an old standard that is down just past the museum, Winstead's Steakburgers. I hoped the line would not be too long being a Wednesday, and sure enough there were only three vehicles in front of me.

For those of you who've never been to the museum, there's a long street on one side of the main grounds, that cars will park along. It's shady sometimes, and a convenient place to park for free. So after getting my lunch, I found a parking spot, and sat for about 10 minutes with the truck running, my air conditioner on high, and ate.

I took the time to film a few more videos, post some photos, and assess what I had media wise. Then I headed back towards the Nelson, keeping to the shaded paths and areas as best as I could. Surprisingly, the museum was closed. Signs were posted stating they were not open today. I really thought that perhaps the museum would be open, just in case there was nothing in the programming that particularly interested someone, the museum galleries could gain new patrons who had never seen the museum before, and at the least, provided an amazing place to network and talk, in an air conditioned environment. But having worked security there, I understand how it was probably just easier to keep the museum closed and the attendees focused on the presentations.

The presentations were pretty good, but the quiet warm room and padded chairs... man, sleep almost got to me a few times.
The presentations had fairly traditional lecture formats, punctuated with slideshow images. Subjects covered focused on education and history across several facets. This was held in the main auditorium, where, when I was still working at the museum, I would sit up in the far upper corner and rest midway through my rounds for a minute or two. I remember wondering what the room would be like with people in it, and here it was. I'll be honest, though many of the presentations were well done, the quiet warmth of the room, and the soft drone of the speakers' voices, allowed my mind to wander more than it should have.

I was beginning to think that ICON had a particular specificity within the Illustration world. One leaning into more corporate or very general editorial work, with educational underpinnings. As a rule I am not really a fan of lectures. As a visual and very hands on person, if somebody is just telling me what to do and not showing me what or HOW to do it, I'm not going to learn or retain much of anything. I know this, because I retained a good 90% of what the morning project entailed, and could not for the life of me tell you one thing I learned from the presentations I watched. I wondered if I was the only one that felt this way.

The lectures ended at 4:15, with transportation offered for people to get back to the Marriot, as well as a Happy Hour I didn't attend over at KCAI, so that was one networking aspect I did miss.

Since the museum was closed, I didn’t really know where to go until the Motion Commotion event at 6pm. Motion Commotion was a collection of assorted short films, gifs, and visual animated aspects, primarily student work from what I could tell.

The reel was filled with so many types of examples of animated motion elements. Some were stories. Many were animation runs. Some were gifs. After an hour and a half or so, my head was buzzing with new ideas and possibilities. It was a pretty good way end to the day.

Attendees milling about after Motion Commotion, in front of the Nelson Atkins Museum.
Afterwards I went home to get some much needed rest and get out of the heat. My mind was already working on how to apply the things that I learned. How to make myself more emotionally invested in the artwork I create. What was preventing me from growing as an artist? Odd thoughts probably, but thankfully they would help keep things in perspective for me.

DAY TWO: Zines, Connections, and RoadShow Blues- Thurs, June 30th

Most shows I participate in, I find my feet by the second day and have an understanding what to expect. It was another scorcher of a day, and by 8 AM I was headed downtown to the Kansas City art Institute once again, for my next class, "This Zine Violates Terms and Conditions".

For anyone not familiar with "zines", I'll define them as best as I can. Zines are essentially a counterculture, and in some circles, a more traditional way to create literature that often has a revolutionary or alternative take on subjects ranging from self-sufficiency, to government reform, sexuality, censorship issues, comics, biographies and more, with a focus on open discussion and non censorship.

It’s about publishing anything across the spectrum they would normally never find an open channel or platform through traditional publishers or press houses. Many zines are supported by independent publishers and press houses that specifically started up to create outlets for them.

I managed to get into this course at the last minute late Friday night. I’d been checking the app and looked to see if there were any openings for some of the courses I was interested in. Much to my surprise there was a seat available in the zine course! So I got my credit card, paid the fee, and boom, I was in.

I have done a show here in Kansas City before called Zine Con which was an eye-opening experience and I loved it, so I wasn't going into this completely clueless.

I got to the classroom, and I was the second person there. As usual, I chose a seat toward the back in the center of the room. As more people came in, small conversations branched out among us. I mainly listened. Where were were from, who was the oldest, general chit chat. It's still a weird place for me to speak out, when I feel like I have nothing to add in a conversation. I’m grateful that I decided to start bringing a small sketchbook, I found a few on sale that were a combination of writing and drawing pages. It gave me something to doodle in, while I waited for the course to begin.

Once again, center of the back of the class seating choice.
Shortly after the last few students filed in, what I assumed was the instructor, set down some books, and without introducing themselves, simply started into a history of trans rights issues and other societal circumstances that were hot button issues in these days. I didn't know if I needed to take notes or if this was even really the instructor.

I got a feeling we weren’t going to be making an actual zine of any kind, as there didn’t appear to be any art supplies or tools. About this time, our instructor finally realized they'd not introduced themselves, and gave us their name, Carta Monir. A cartoonist, publisher, and pornographer living in Ann Arbor, Michigan, who owns and operates Diskette Press, who is one of the most fearless and forward speakers I've encountered in some time.

The first 20 to 25 minutes of the class were given to learning about some extreme subjects, and when I say extreme, I simply mean subject matter that in most circumstances or educational arenas might be considered inflammatory, deviant, or perhaps at the very least, highly uncomfortable. Carta had brought in a series of books and zines of exemplary range and subject, that were laid out at the front of the classroom on one of the tables for our perusal. Designs and books ranged in age from publication times in the mid-60s up to this current year. The subject matter delved into mainly either trans or homo erotic nature. I looked at a few of them, but there was one stand out that peaked my interest.

A work book of sorts, that dealt with the finality of life and death. How to deal with it, how to get your affairs together, and at least from the quick glimpse I got, almost seemed to parallel the ideologies of meditation. I’ve come to understand that meditation is not only a source of centering mental effort and physical relaxation, but a deeper aspect preparation of oneself for death.

The class also dealt with aspects of radicalization and delving into facing things that made you uncomfortable. The exercises we were challenged to do, involved creating two small four panel comics. I immediately felt the sweat break out in my hands. Not because of the subject aspect, but because I had not drawn anything of any real merit for the last few weeks. An issue that I knew was going to haunt me in public at some point. I found myself struggling a little bit,... actually that’s a lie. It was full blown panic for the first two minutes of opening my sketchbook and pulling out pens, pencils and an eraser.

First challenge was to first write something, that would make it a member of my family angry. For a lot of reasons, it's a frustrating and yet undeniable truth that family can be both an incredible system of support, but also an incorrigible source of stress, anger, nervousness, anxiety, you name it. I started to draw myself and my father, in his truck, driving. The art is shoddy, rough, lined in frustration and more than a little off in it’s execution. It revolved around generational differences, lack of understanding on his and my own views on living life, and real moments I experience with him as we drive places from time to time.

I'd forgotten my normal pens, and had to draw out everything with calligraphic nib pens.
I felt relief and release as soon as I finished inking it. Maybe this is what art therapy is like.

I broke no new walls artistically. It was a circumstance where I had created something raw, a bit primal, maybe even remedial, because it was the first thing that fell out. Sharing our works made a sense of unease rise around the room for a number of us. There were a few people that had no problem at all, since the work they did professionally was far more blunt and shocking.

After discussion and review the second exercise, also a four panel comic strip, was another push into trying to be something audacious, experimental, or completely and totally offensive. It's an interesting feeling to sit in a room with varying degrees of emotions about what we were all creating, pulsating out. I wrote a small poem that was very personal, and I'll not posting that one up, but the gist of it was about the ideology that elected officials needed to be much more aware of what their constituents had elected them to do. The government has a massive responsibility for the welfare and well-being of its people. And I was surprised how quickly I pushed the second one out.

My mindset was reeling in some interesting ways. I broke some personal barriers and created in a safe zone without any worry of revenge, recourse, disgust or discomfort at the words that I had illustrated out in these small panel comics.

The class ended at noon. I always end up finding at least one person that I find common ground with to engage in conversation with, and thankfully each of the days I did the show, this was the case. I love hearing stories, experiences, just good mind enriching interactions. It's something that fueled a project some years back for me, and I found myself, rather enjoyably, back in that feeling. Life is so short, why would anyone not want to know more about everyone else's experiences and stories?

More presentations were held at the Folly theater near the Marriott. It got me to thinking, I’m not sure why the auditorium at the Nelson wasn’t used for the duration of the event. My guess? It was a contractual thing.

I had nothing to do from noon until 7 o’clock when the Roadshow would open. I take that back, I had to go set up, but I waited until later in the day.

Some of that, was a hesitance growing in me. I've been very frank in how for many months, I've been dealing with depression, and questioning my direction as a creative. Truthfully, ICON was having a weird affect on me, in that I started to feel a bit outdated, but also found wellsprings of new growth happening. I actually had a bad feeling about setting up for the show, but I'd already paid for it. and I needed to see it through.

Understand, all I am about to state is not a reflection on the Roadshow, it is my own take and what I went through. In a nutshell, it was a very eye opening, embarrassing, and isolating experience.

How, you may be asking?

What you see below is how I set up my table at the roadshow. I didn’t know what to bring, so I brought the least amount of things I could for what I had already convinced myself, was going to be something of a disaster of a show for me. Depression is a horrible companion. It robs you of self worth, esteem, and clear thinking, and it does not allow one to carry ego well.

I built it tall enough for me to get some attention. It did not work.
You might say, "why would you go ahead and put that negative energy in the air, why would you think that you’re not at the right place and time?".

I couldn't help it.

Couldn't stop it.

The feeling I had was as if I'd dressed up for a casual rugby match, but instead attended a black tie affair at Buckingham Palace.

Upon walking into the showroom area, it was immediately a different feeling from any other show I'd ever done. Yes this was a pop up event and I knew that, but the majority of the art I saw looked as though it leaned towards modern non-science fiction, non-fantasy, editorial friendly, and technical spot illustration elements.

As I walked over to my table, and began setting up, that pit of despair in my gut opened up. It echoed out "you are not going to make any money at this. If you were lucky a few people may pick your stuff out of the sea of happy energetic fonts, light colors, white lettering, and wooden panels that you’re surrounded by."

It seemed like all the other table layouts were filled with bright, cheery, inspirational word signs, children's books, and ultra cute characters.

The other tables during setup.
My setup was muted, and truthfully easy to overlook. I don't say that in an effort to gain sympathy, it was the truth of the matter for the duration of that evening.

I felt like Pugsley Addams attending a Disney Princess Pavilion Party.

The table I sat at was a shared one, and I secretly hoped that I would be left alone at the table. I thought "well the table cloths are black, my set up is primarily black, I am wearing dark clothing, maybe between sitting at the edge of this row, and also partially absconded behind a massive cement pillar, the embarrassment won’t be on display as bad."

I walked out into the hallway to gather my thoughts, and just calm myself. I was told only artists would be in the room up until 7 o’clock. This was at about 6:15pm. In that time the artist I shared my table with showed up and set up a resplendent display. "Okay," I thought, "my shame will have more company."

Minutes before 7pm, I could hear, and then see a crowd of people arriving early to get into the Roadshow.

Cue my internal panic.

I quickly made it to my table sat down counting out my bank, I don’t know why. I knew exactly how much was in there. I didn’t feel I was going to end up using any of it. I got my Square reader set up, and realized that the signal in that room was about as good as it would’ve been at the bottom of a missile silo in the Midwest.

"Surely," I thought, "I am over reacting! I’m a goddamn professional!"

The small voice in the back of my head once again cried out "bitch, you can’t struggle ALL the time!"

It turns out. I can.

The initial 35 minutes of the show,... I sat, quietly at my table with my art prints, my comics and business cards on display in front of me. I played with my phone nervously, doom scrolling, as wave after wave of people came in, and walked by my setup. Only to stop at the artist next to me, or really any other table.

I occasionally bear witness to moments of watching an artist sitting near me or sharing a table with me outsell me over the course of an event. This was a new landspeed record as the last time I saw that much money and card swipes happen, I was at Hy-Vee in the checkout lane and snow had been forecast for that week.

When witnessing that flurry of selling action and nothing is happening in your area, suddenly your phone demands you doom scroll, a far off piece of architecture needs your scrutiny, or the carpet you are already looking down at beneath your feet suddenly has the most compelling pattern to study.

There is no where you can go. In that moment the failure is personal, the moment burns, and it weakens you from within. Then self doubt and reasoning efforts begin. Maybe their Instagram game is amazing! Or they are a local favorite creator. Possibly they are an art director or someone who spoke on stage earlier so attendee want to buy some art and support them.

And the debilitating thoughts like "my god, what am I doing here?! Why am I here? This was a horrible mistake, these people are professionals!" get stuck on the mental replay.

As the night went on, it didn't get any better. It was a LONG night.

Holding my promise that I will be very frank with what I make at shows, after it was all said and done, I sold $64 of art. I'm happy I made that money. I clearly did not understand all the ins and outs of this particular show, or who I'd be selling to.

When 11 o’clock rolled around, I quietly gathered my things, packed up, and left. The drive home was quiet, sobering, and filled with thinking twice about professional life choices. Thankfully this is not my first big burn out at a show, so I was able to weather it okay. But man, real talk, I came close to not going back for the third day of the show. But at some point while staring up at the ceiling around 3 AM, I rallied myself, and had an attack of common sense.

Tomorrow would be a new day and I focused on what it would bring. I also got to wondering what exactly the difference was between this roadshow and the upcoming gallery show.

DAY THREE: Folly Theatre Camping and a Gallery Show- Fri, July 1st

Friday, the programming was held at the Folly Theatre. The weather was still humid and hot, but a pall of a rainstorm hung over the day for a while.

[Left] The official poster art. [Right] A food truck just out front of the Folly entrance.
I walked past the food truck parked out front into the lobby of the Folly. There were books for sale but I just bypassed that and went into the theatre. I went up as high as I could go and found at seat up at the very top. If you've never been to it, it’s a beautiful old theater. As I settled in, the presentations were really informative. Looking down from where I was sitting, I could see the blue glow from screens as people worked on projects or sketched on their iPads.

After sitting in one of the seats for about five uncomfortable minutes, I decided to sit in the dead center, on the carpeted stair path. My shins were grateful.

You have to have the build of a Tim Burton' Jack Skellington character to get your shins to fit.
All during this show, I'd been recording videos and taking photos with my phone, so inevitably, I was going to be running low on charge. Even my backup battery was out of charge. Since it was hot outside, I wanted to lighten the load in my bag so I left my depleted battery, and foolishly, my water bottle in my truck. But then, I found a hidden plug near where I was sitting.

So during the lunch break, I quickly filmed and posted a TikTok video, and went back to my truck to get my water bottle and back up battery. I came back and plugged my battery in (I recommend getting one with a built in fold out plug aspect). I actually started writing this blog entry at that point, as well as figuring out what I needed for social media posts after the event was over.

As the last presentation began, I got my stuff together and left to find food. I tried to find a restaurant within walking distance. I managed to locate a nearby Jimmy John’s. So I set out and walked in the direction of the restaurant coming across an old favorite public sculpture of Mark Twain.

Don't you ever change Mark Twain.
I got down to where the Jimmy John’s was waiting in line behind people that didn’t know what they wanted to eat, only to make it to the front of the line and find out that the credit card reader wasn’t working, something was wrong with the system. Little bit of disappointment, little bit of a headache, and still a lot of time before the art show at the art gallery, Studio Inc.

With a few hours to spare, I imagine that the break in programming also allowed for people to get back to their hotel rooms get refreshed for socializing later that evening.

Back home I went once again. I hoped that the time in the gallery would bring some time for me to network and connect with people. Studio Inc was in a part of KC I'd not been to before, and if I didn't know exactly where it was, I'd never have found it on my own. It really seemed like an industrial area where it was located. I got there, but I was a little confused as to where the actual gallery was. It took me a few minutes to get my bearings, and I followed a few well dressed people that I assumed were going to this art gallery opening.

I walked in, up a few stairs, and down a hallway past what looked like a social bar (I didn't go in, it was way too crowded for me). I found the gallery as expected.

I think I was also expecting airflow.

The gallery was a box shape. I understand some galleries have no central air. I understand some galleries have the better amenities. The room was essentially a garage. I say that, because there was a massive metal garage door 1/3 of the way open with a single stand fan attempting with all of its might, to push air into an overstuffed room. Mad props, to the valiant fan. I’m sure it did its best. But it wasn't enough.

This was the lightest density the amount of people got to be in the gallery.
I stayed long enough to get some photos and video, and I did talk to a few people briefly. The artwork was not spaced out very far, in fact people were sort of one on top of another when looking at it. I started feeling a little overwhelmed by the amount of body heat and lack of airflow and I wasn't doing well under the circumstances.

I really enjoyed the work I saw, I just wish I'd had a chance to talk to the specific creators of some of these.
If I go to look at artwork, I want to be able to enjoy that in the most comfortable circumstances possible, anyone would. I stayed about 30 minutes. Long enough to understand the artwork here was different than what had been in the Roadshow. More inline with science fiction and fantasy illustration, the sort of thing that would have been at home at shows I'm more accustomed to.

Two of my favorites from the gallery show. I regrettably didn't get the names of the creators for these. If any of you know, drop me a line or leave a comment so I can get the proper credit to these artists.
I made a couple rounds, typed out some notes for this blog post, and left. It wasn't that the art on display wasn't great. A lot of it was. I think show fatigue was wearing at me, so though I left the event after only half an hour, I felt like I had gotten all I could have out of the show experience by that point.

Looking back on forward things.

Breaking into a new way that I'll be ending these show overviews, I will lay out what I spent as either an attendee or as part of the show so that people can have a good idea as to what the costs were, along with an overall experience review.

Is it worth it?

Yes?

Let me explain. If you have a need to learn aspects about art education and history from fairly knowledgeable people, and you want to travel and possibly experience the city the show is hosted in, then it's a Yes.

But it is a conference that leans towards editorial and more corporate design aspects, in general.

The workshops that cost extra in some cases, ranged, from what I was able to experience and later find out from talking to others, from "well worth it", to "underwhelming". Thankfully both of mine were really great.

All of that said, this show was put together very well, and one that though I endured some humbling moments, I still very much liked the conference.

Expense
  1. One Ticket for ICON11: $648.19
  2. Cut Paper Mantra - Workshop: Free
  3. Motion Commotion: $10
  4. This Zine Violates Terms and Conditions - Workshop: $45
  5. Roadshow Table Cost: $160.59
  6. Food/Fuel/Misc: $52.19

Total expenses: 915.97 ($229 per day)

Pros

  • An incredible amount of knowledge was on display in the presentations and workshops
  • The conference is four days, which base ticket cost averages out to $162 per day
  • Cost was high, but so is the worth of it as a tax write off/business expense!
  • A remarkably diverse amount of art backgrounds are apparent in attendees.
  • Some chances to network and speak about personal experiences in careers.
  • If you have the right style, the Roadshow can be phenomenal.
  • Swag bag with some actually cool items in it.
  • Almost perfect App with so many bits of organizing and info. A great asset!

Cons

  • The expense of the show seemed steep, in this current economy.
  • If you've traveled to stay at the show, hotel, and other expenses can pile up quickly.
  • The classrooms in the Nelson, if utilized, could have allowed for more workshops to be held.
  • The Nelson galleries weren't available, such a missed networking and museum PR chance.
  • If your focus in Illustration was not educational/editorial it might not be for you.
  • If you have the wrong style, the Roadshow will be a therapy session subject later.
  • Why no audible reminders from the App as an option, to ease scheduling your day?

The Final Evaluation

I'm on the fence about a solid recommendation to the show. SO much of it is done exceptionally well. But as it turned out, I was not the demographic for this show. Did I learn and expand my knowledge? Yes. In ways I had not expected.

Did I feel connected to the community? With a few individual exceptions of intriguing and great networking and moments of thought provoking conversation, as a whole, no, I did not.

I think ICON is something between the legendary Spectrum Fantastic Art Live shows from some years ago, and an Adobe conference. It fills a specific niche, but also expands out to more general illustration aspects and career areas if you know who to connect with.

Did I enjoy it? Yes, for the most part. Would I do it again?

No. Not even if it was held locally for me. I just cannot justify the cost involved.

It's a good conference, just not quite in my wheelhouse of where I want to be as a comic and fantasy illustrator.

Thank you so much for reading, I am Mario, the Artisan Rogue. If you want to find information about ICON and more, please check out the links below.

Until next time, remember to support artists and local businesses. Be kind to your fellow beings and always take the path less traveled. We all may live in times uncertain, but kindness, understanding, and believing in the good that is in most each and every one of us is what can bring about better days!

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Mario, the Artisan Rogue
Illustrator, Voice Actor, Writer, Animal Rights Activist
www.theartisanrogue.com