Yes, the days slip by, becoming weeks and months. There’s so many things I want to draw and stories I want to share, but my minutes of free time are few and I’m tired. Nevertheless, it’s impossible to ignore desire , as nagging and vicious as it can be, and once in a while I still manage to get a little something on paper.
Here’s my little friend. I thought he came out looking neat. Someone else told me he’s scary, and one other said he was cute.
The longer I go between drawings, the more it starts to really bug me.
2016 was the most-unproductive year, artistically-speaking, that I can remember. It had a lot to do with where I am in life, what’s going on, and a reevaluation of what I want to do with my art.
All you can do is keep working, though, right? Here’s to a new year, with new plans, ambitions, and new drawings. Gotta work out those demons before they eat you up from the inside…
Where have I been? Drawing. It’s a hell of a thing to try and keep a full-time job (that’s not making comics), keep a relationship going, and maintain a productive schedule for creating new comics. Don’t even ask about the little things like groceries or laundry…
This is all old news to anyone in this field, but it explains to anyone who wonders why they don’t hear from me for a few months at a time where I’ve been. I was a t home, covered in ink, crying softly onto bristol board.
It’s a ll worth it, though, when I hold that new completed issue in my hands. Makes me feel like this:
Here’s the end-result of my custom remake of an old Nancy Drew cover. I didn’t try to replicate the illustration skills of those talented cover artists before me, but tried to put a new spin on an old concept and do it in my style. I’m pretty happy with the result. Although, I do wish the composition was a little bit closer to the initial sketch/study.
As you can probably tell that, after finishing it, I traveled back in time and left it in a public library, just so it would get that worn-in, well-loved, dog-earred look to it. Sweet.