Emerald City Comic Con was bigger and better than ever. Last year, I shared a corner of a booth with friends, and it was alright, fun even but less than lucrative. Getting a space in artist’s alley didn’t seem like a great idea at the time, but I took a chance. This year, while I still didn’t make a lot of money, I made back my investment, which is a start. I was worried that my art isn’t really the kind of thing that ECCC attendees are looking for. I don’t draw superheroes. I don’t draw renditions of other people’s characters, preferring to do my own thing. But my whimsically dressed up anthropomorphics seem to appeal to folks. I got my share of fans, and some were downright exuberant about it. It was heartening. I dressed both days in steampunk attire and it got lots of notice, which I used to promote my convention, Steamcon II. For the most part, I’d say it was a success on a personal level and very fun. Much thanks to Pell for helping me with the booth since my husband was needed elsewhere.
In the two days worth of sitting the booth, I had a few rather odd and/or wonderful moments. I was asked to sign a guy’s cell phone. I signed a lot of other things as well, but they were to be expected. The phone was a unique thing to sign. I talked to a lot of young people, mostly girls about my art. One old friend brought his daughter and we chatted about what I do and what she might do in the future. She was quite enchanted, I think. Another man stood with his little daughter for a long time looking, and then said “You see. If you keep drawing, you can do this someday.” She nodded. He went on to say “Do you see how pretty she is? You will be that pretty too.” *blush* I guess I’m a role model. Who knew?
I got my picture in the Seattle Weekly slideshow for the con. And there’s this nice shot of me on Saturday from a fan. So maybe spandex isn’t necessary to get noticed? I’ve already got my table for next year. Can’t wait!