Somewhere along in 2006 I decided I wasn't going to do ccreative work for other people -- except under "fun, friends, fabulous" rules (thus, Joanne, Lesley). If I'm going to have any success at all in pulling out the artist in me, I can't be focused on "pleasing customers." I don't want to spin someone else's delusions into a marketing package. I have delusions enough of my own to work with. I please customers at Ebay.
So... Cosmopolitan Productions has become more of a vanity page, more museum than shop. A little exhibition space. Not for sale. Gone fishin.'