so if you are wondering, it started with the ape. i saw him first in my ink blots. then a baby hand (humans are technically apes as well–but you know…) then i started looking for more babies. and then flowers and bugs appeared. i stared at it a long time. then once it started rolling, it really fell together.
sigh. only one more day after today.
i keep waiting for that one picture where someone goes, “seriously, what happened to you, man?” so far everyone has been really open to my strange artist visions. my whimsy. which is awesome. i do sometimes tame it down. like yesterday, i saw a boob instead of a chicken, but i turned the picture instead of going with the boob–and found the chicken. so i am using some restraint.
today is a new moon. that has nothing to do with my drawing…or does it? new moons are new beginnings. planting the seeds of manifestation. inktober has been heavy seeding for me. my art has definitely started growing in a direction that i really like.
i did not do any moses jones this month. or any comics at all. but a lot of my drawings turned out to be stories. stories that came from my subconscious, pulled out by a page full of ink stains.
ps. the scribble along the bottom is misha’s contribution.
here they are. setting off into the misty spring morning. katana & picnic basket in hand.
i wrote a short story last i was in a writer’s workshop. it is posted somewhere in this blog. i am now, finally, incorporating it into the comic. the spring forage in heavily zombied woods.
my cohort, the dusty in my life, informed me that in order for a sword to be a true katana, it needs to have a handle that is a specific length. he told me this while looking at this page. while i am happy he is reading my comic and showing an interest in my passion, i am slow to warm to criticism. but he is right. i do want to be as accurate as possible in my fictitious world. so i will have to look that up. soon. it’s too late for this page, but for anyone else who has an eye for detail, “madonna the katana” should be more accurate in future pages. plus! i keep wanting to put an arc into my katana. i have to work on NOT doing that. it looks stupid…and is also inaccurate.
swords are cool.
so! here’s page 29. after a year & a few months, i am almost to 30 pages. i would like to be a bit more productive than that. luckily, my kids can only get older and more independent from here on, presumably giving me more free time. and (too much information) i have taken some measures to keep anymore critters from taking root in my uterus. no offense to babies, but they really put a damper on creative process. maybe moses jones will also find a foolproof birth control to keep her eggs from getting dusty. (that sounds the opposite of how it is intended.)
here is the inked-up final of page 28. fidgit, moses jones’s oldest child gets to start displaying some of that lovely attitude inspired by the real life attitude of a certain first born son i happen to know. i want to start developing the characters of the children more. also, the other squatters. especially ones we haven’t even met yet. and very soon there will be some zombie action.
i can’t get too gory because if number one son sees me working on anything he denotes as “violent,” “scary,” or–god forbid–anything with zombies, i get lectured about it. (even though it is apparently okay for him to be “violent” & “scary” with his little sister who enjoys provoking him??) fortunately, i have invested in some stocks for his future. he should be able to afford therapy.
i started this comic over a year ago. my kids–my model minions, however, keep growing and changing. like poppy–not yet walking in moses jones. still promising that he will be the good one. in real life, however, he is walking and has developed into a little psychopath like his siblings. more so, in fact, because he is watching & learning at a quicker rate due to having three role models teaching him everything they know. i joked that we should find some well-behaved children for poppy to live with until he is a bit older & less impressionable. anyhoo, my models keep growing, but only a few days have passed in the comic, so i have to continue drawing them as younger than the children they are based on. however, i do want they to grow & change in the comic, to develop their growth at a natural rate–not leave them perpetually little like some dytopian family circus.
and what will happen with dusty? if the dusty in my life & i start getting along–does that mean dusty pantaloons will waltz back into mojo’s life and stay for longer? hmmm.
sadly, this is about all my printer/copier/and most importantly–scanner is good for now. a place to rest. headed for its own resting place at HP Consumer Buyback & Planet Partners Recycling Program. (check it out for recycling your technology!)
i figured out that i can still post photos here. of course, photos of my work might not be as clear, but that is an option while i figure out if & how i can get a new scanner to upload my art. of course, my poor camera has a limited lifespan as well and tends to fall apart every time it is dropped on the floor by sticky little kids. and my laptop–also sticky and abused. having four kids. technology not made to last. not a good mix for a poor mother. my minions abuse my toys, and it is expensive to replace said toys. i’m afraid the death of my scanner is just a prelude to a technological strike amid my household electronics.
on the topic of my art & moses jones. slowly. slowly the wheels of progress turn.
do the drawings i do on my three year old’s doodle pad count as drawing a picture a day? she comes and asks me to draw “gaga” (her 9 year old brother,) and i do. then she clears it and asks me to draw “wahwah” (her 6 year old brother.) then it is “mimi” (herself) and then “baby” and then “mama” and then “daddy.” i draw her the family, and she erases each picture to have me do it all over again. sometimes pepper the cat is requested as well.
here i recreated–with a little more detail than allowed by the doodle pad–the people i draw for her. minus daddy & the cat.
so that’s as much as i have been drawing other than when i remember to draw in my journal.
one of my doodles here is from Jen Wang’s graphic novel Koko be Good. i have been working on noticing drawing styles i really like and drawing them. i don’t want to copy someone else, but if i can evolve my own style, inspired by someone else’s work, that would be cool. that’s how moses jones was born. i was trying to re-create this character based loosely on me. i looked at Jaime Hernendez’s work as well as Tank Girl to take in new ideas and evolve my own style.
speaking of moses jones, i was able to ink a page last night!! the baby stayed asleep!! the night before that, i drew two squares–before a tumbling stumbling baby wandered to the living room to find me. i am working on getting the brushwork done now. hopefully, it will be up by tomorrow. maybe i can develop a rhythm. sleep for 3 nights–stay up the fourth and do art. something like that.
i finished the last character profile painting last night at one in the morning as my ex-husband held our wide-awake baby and glowered at me. that was simon starbuckle’s painting–perhaps my favorite & the one i am most happy with. maybe i should have my ex glare at me while holding the baby for all my work. ha!
i finished. despite depression. despite thoughts of–why don’t i just drop out of school? despite feeling like i’m a fraud to call myself an artist. despite four kids and an ex plotting against my project. i finished the four character profiles. now i have one more of the big paintings to finish before my critique tomorrow at 1:20. will it happen? stay tuned. meanwhile i have to give a presentation today in another class. meanwhile i have the toddler hitting the baby. the cat attacking the nine year old. and the six year old screaming at me that i hate him. dishes to do. dinners to cook. toilets to clean. diapers to wash….
my watercolor professor says i need the fabled “room of my own.” yes, that, perhaps, and a visit from mary fucking poppins.
this is one in my moses jones series. again, i do not know where i am going with it. i started the series as an art assignment, but i am planning on improving & expanding the series. right now i am working on some cast pictures.
i wrote this one after several breastfeeding adventures beginning with my newborn just screaming away at my exposed breast as if he had no idea of why i was showing it to him–& was in fact offended by my booblicious offering.