Art seems to be saving my life. While I am getting a day job in 3 days, I've been mindlessly wondering what it would be like to be a full time professional artist (that which I am not... unfortunately). You would think that by now I would have the personal and business skills to make my dreams come true, so what am I so afraid of? I don't know if I'll be going anywhere from here without some more exposure, but I don't know what sort of exposure I'm even looking for. After all, I have no niche. I have a style (perhaps?) but no niche of art to lure fans in, so the fans see what the fans want to see. It's nice to know that with all the blood sweat and tears and the college years I have had to put up with to get a higher diploma helped me with catching up to some form of my old style. But back then I was some sort of maverick. I'm not tooting my horn here, people have been asking me lately why my art goes from "meh" to "cool" as they scroll to the bottom of my gallery page. I've been