Conjecture
In high school, I was finally able to create great enough works of art that I thought was worthy enough to sell and reproduce and everything. So I went to a small convention called Conjecture, which was run by a friend of a friend’s parent.
I started out small, bought a table, or lot, for a reasonable price with my brother Jonathan, since he was ready to sell art, too. This was our first convention that we were participating in, so we thought of starting together. We had actually talked about this a few years before.
Jon was the smart one; he knew what to do in that place. Me, I was absolutely clueless. He knew how much art we had to sell to be able to make up for the money we spent on the table, the materials we used to make the art. Whatever else we got was profit that we got to divide fairly.
We ended up being quite popular. Me, having the cleaner and more detailed style of the two of us, caught the crowd’s eyes. But Jon’s simple and sketchy style got him sold faster than me, and he knew what to do to get a sale. I was excited that people liked what we did, and we even did some art on the spot. When we did that, Jon and me would take turns managing the sales while the other was sketching, inking, coloring, and the other stuff a piece of art needs. It got some attention for us. Jon owed me for the art supplies afterward.
We weren’t the only ones who were young and fresh at conventions. There were so many great artists there! After a day of selling art, Jon and me went with our other siblings and just enjoyed the convention, and we cosplayed with them, too. Sure, it wasn’t as big as ComicCon, but that was the big idea! We started small, and we’ve risen since then.
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