Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your outlook), I can’t find any of my drawings from back then, and I’ve been searching long and hard because I want to redraw something from back then and see just how much I’ve grown. But, until I find something, we’re stuck with random ramblings like this every week. –a few weeks ago
Guess what I found!
Example: we were told to paint a rock in my painting class, and I thought of breakfast.
The last few weeks I’ve been posting a lot of comics that document things that’ve actually happened, and it got me thinking: inspiration really can come from anywhere (even your bowel movements).
…Especially your bowel movements.
Back when we were all young-uns, we drew. It was what we did.
Then we grew up. Most people stopped drawing, but I didn’t. I liked it, and I saw no reason to stop. I was always able to count my friends on one hand, so I never really cared about being weird. I accepted that one early on.
So draw I did, and draw I do.
However, it hasn’t always been an easy road. “Live by the comics, die by the comics,” I believe the old adage goes.
The joyous visage of a completed comic page.
If you haven’t noticed, I kind of make webcomics.
Shocking, I know.
Anyway, this week I’d thought I’d go into the process of how an MSPToons comic comes to be. Keep in mind that I’m an idiot, so this is not a standard way of making comics. It’s just my way, and it works for me.
You know what? Art is hard.
You know what makes it harder? Cats.
Seriously. I could have just spent two or three hours staring at a piece of paper, unable to create what I want to create. Finally, the muse hits, and a symphonic melody of pencil and paper emerges. Lines swirl all about in a hypnotic dance; shapes form delicately yet boldly; the work becomes art–MREOOOW!
Oh, great. He’s back.
This week I passed out on the toilet and barfed all over the bathroom. Don’t worry; I wasn’t drunk. Oh yeah, and I managed to finish some page layouts for my new webcomic Tinge. Let’s jump right into that first part: the barf part. Maybe you’ll learn a valuable lesson (or at least get a good laugh out of my stupidity).
So, like I said earlier, I kind of passed out on the toilet Wednesday night. Continue reading
