Hiring and showcasing!!

I'm using @klara_sjo's #ArtFinder tag to both hire and showcase my upcoming Minds-exclusive webcomic (or #cryptoon!): Trinity of War. The attached artwork, while in progress – is here for dual purposes: READERS: I'm looking for sponsors willing to purchase a membership tier to support my efforts. New ideas for additional membership tiers most welcome until two weeks before the launchdate on March 29. Until then, please consider subscribing and remindIng webcomic-related posts to keep the Minds community up-to-date on the latest news regarding the comic. There will, for instance, and if all goes well, be guest artist pages slipped in as well as Minds community-made merch. I'll admit I'm still pondering those details... Fellow ARTISTS!! If you take a look at the attached artwork, I'm currently on the look-out for two talented individuals to help design and shape alternative borders for the first couple of chapters of the webcomic. Each border is used over and over for the duration of a chapter. Art-wise I'm looking for either B&W art to go beneath the filters I'll add onto the final artwork (the current filter is for drawing purposes alone), OR I'm looking for fully coloured ornamental goodness to go above the filters. For this, I'm offering $100-140 per border based on experience. I expect the final result to be utterly next level since the border choice will be featured as a custom add-on to prospective sponsor-readers (our clients!). TO APPLY: Please simply post a link to your portfolio. Any other form of reaching out to me in regards to this opportunity will, without a doubt, be viewed unfavourably. I will choose my two candidates in 7-10 days' time. Good luck!

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