One of the odd delights of this job is that, no matter how hard I try to shake them, my clients keep coming back. I must be doing something right. Right?
Maybe it’s because I care. And, yeah, I care. I care a lot. I care that the graphic art I produce for them is what they want, how they want it, no matter what.
And I love a good client. I hate turning them away. But “life” happens, and, with taking care of Mom, now, “life” happens a LOT. But my clients are a patient bunch. When I tell them they’ll have to go elsewhere, they say, “No. We’ll wait until you can get to the project.”
So they wait. And I feel guilty. But, in the end, “life” settles down enough for me to get back to them and get their project done.
That’s what I’m doing today–putting the finishing touches on book cover for a kind, patient Indian poet. I’m down at the pixel level, working with a Wacom and stylus smoothing a pixel here, sharpening one there….
I love a good client. I love a client who loves my work.
There’s no downside to that.
And, no, I can’t show you the image because the book hasn’t yet been published.