Starving artist Stories

Larisse’s hands felt like they were about to fall off when she threw the tool belt onto the table to take a sip from her water bottle. Almost three months of hard work were behind her, and even though Larisse was glad she took the job in the end. It was not the kind of work she wanted to be remembered for. But this one statue would keep her financially afloat for a long time. She wiped the dust from her glasses, only then...

“What position can I do you in?” I always start with that question. “Doggie,” the cute-as-button couple spits out in unison. Big surprise. It's the thirty-fourth doggie-style drawing I’ve done today, and it's only 10:30 am. I mean, it's the state fair, animals everywhere, so I guess it's to be expected. She giggles while he paws her, waiting for me to finish. I draw them from the side, like they all want, to see a big dic...