I’m trying to get momentum up and going for the next issue of Father Robot. So, this morning’s warm-up is this funky sketch of some poor, robot bastard who with lost the rest of his “jaw” or just had a real wicked designer. Because, what ‘bot doesn’t need some scary tusks to make his daily existence easier?
I started with his arm, which is my favorite part of any robot drawing. I don’t know why… and then I moved on to the creepy head. Once I got to the “waist”, though, I kind of lost interest. He deserves more care, I think, but it’ll have to wait for another day.
Have you heard that when you live in zero gravity for extended periods of time, you’re eyeballs start to squish? That’s amazing! I’m a pretty big fan of all-things-spacey, but this is news to me. Not good news, I guess, but still interesting…
So, I assume that any career spacers would need robot eyes pretty soon. I sketched this guy out this morning, inspired by the need for my space-suited characters to have mechanical lenses instead of stupid, squishable, meat balls for seeing all the awesome stuff out there in the cosmos. Also, it seemed right to give him a little cone head too.
Still loving the pillowy, fluffed-ot space suits for now.
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: