Monday, May 08, 2006
ULTRA RARE VINTAGE COMICBOOK!
This is the cover of my first crack at drawing comics since high school. It is an 8-page mini-comic I whipped up in fall of 2005. I took it to Wizard World in Boston that year. I did'nt get a booth, just sort of wandered around giving them to folks I thought were cool, independent artist types mostly.
The art and lettering is a little "bunchy" because I drew it actual comic size as opposed to using pro-boards. I don't recomend working this way since it looks really cheesy, but it is still fun and gives you a chance to acquire experience, and practice.
For 20 years a had an image of myself that went something like this: Man, I wish I was a comic book artist. I could get paid for drawing. Too bad I got this regular factory job instead of a job that will mold and shape my natural talent of drawing. Why did I drop out of art school? How can a guy like me ever break into comics. I'm too busy. If I did'nt have so many commitments, I could pursue my passion, WHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHH....... BOOO-frickity-HOOOO.
Sound familiar? Yeah, that was me alright. Then, not too long ago ,I had a mid-life crisis. My father passed on. My mother-in-law, just one year later. I realized, the end is coming for us all, and rather quickly. When I prossesed that bombshell, I decided to roll up my sleeves, drop the excuses, live the fantasy. Pursue my passion.
The only way to draw comics....is to draw them. Think about that. You will never work in comics, unless you work in comics. Whatttt? In other words if this is your passion, don't think someone is going to reward you (especially in America) for simply having an interest in something. You have to pursue that passion every day. For You that means drawing every day. Draw in the car,(if your a passenger) or while you wait at the DMV, or at little league when your son's not at bat....I don't even know the score at my son's games. My wife will nudge me when he takes the field, I stand up, cheer like hell, and when he's off the field I sit back down and take out my sketch pad.
What you think you are is what you will become. I used to think I was someone who's boat had sailed, now I think of myself as swimming to catch up with it. Soon I will realize I was in the boat the entire time.