so much to do so little time to do it!

this is the finished version of the hey diddle diddle picture i was working on. again–i need to get better at photographing my art. i experimented with accent color on this one. i also drew a better version of my lincoln tree doodle from my journal. here it is in black & white, but i am going to add color…maybe tonight?

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i love this picture.

last drawing class we went to a colloquium where visiting artist roger ricco talked about “outsider artists” and the genius of their work. i feel like an outsider artist. even though i am in school now–i am mostly self-taught. ricco talked about mental illness in artists. i feel like i started doing art & writing to keep from going insane. so far so good.

after the colloquium, my professor talked to us about how 90% of art graduates fail to become professional artists because without the support system of the university, they don’t know how to succeed. since i have already spent most of my life in the cruel non-university world, i am used to creating art without a support system. so i think i am all set.

i am going to get started on the epic version of moses jones this weekend. i am thinking i would like to create a lot of panels of mojo that would stand own their own and be able to be hung on a wall for the casual viewer…. we’ll see where that goes. plus–i need to get the front & back cover done for my next zine as well as getting fidgit busy drawing a comic for it. i need to get to a print shop! i need more hours in a day!

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i have a new laptop! and a new digital camera! (thanks student loans!)

and my drawing class is going great…(my digital art class not so much….)

my professor wants me to go epic with my graphic novelling. he gave me a rolled up sheet of paper to do a huge page with. meanwhile, my larger page is almost done.

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i totally should be done by now. but i had to go to court for a disorderly conduct charge & that had me too neurotic to draw for way too long. but, note to self, any dude who is going to put you in the position to get a disorderly conduct charge is not a dude who is worth getting charged with disorderly conduct over–especially if he also cheats, lies, and treats the mother of his children like poo. so new leaf turning time. i need to dedicate my passion to my art & children…not to their absent father. in my comic i have him physically absent–but in real life he is emotionally absent.

up top is an in process rendering of my very first comic venture as a child–hey, diddle diddle. i think i will do just the one page. or more. but more as prints than as a continuing story. but, as of today, i have decided to write a graphic novel about all the fucked-up-ness of all my relationships and title it waiting for keanu. maybe i will make that one epic as well….

(keanu, where are you? i’m waiting…come home!)

more diddling

last night, i started doodling around with the idea of my childhood “hey diddle diddle” comic. i was in the middle of dismissing it as a bad idea. silly. when i started making the characters a bit more freaky looking. it appealed to me. i don’t know if i will continue with this story idea or not…but i definitely like the freakier approach.

i need a scanner. my camera sucks. i looked at one used scanner from craigslist & it was so old it wouldn’t work with a laptop…or would require figuring out cords, etc. and if you haven’t guessed by my low tech artwork, i am not the most tech-savvy person. i could try to sneak out to the printer’s down the street & use their scanner…but i so so so want one of my own. i keep thinking–but i need it to establish myself as an artist! am i rationalizing? (i don’t want an answer here.) i feel like i am rationalizing, but i also feel like a good scanner might help my confidence with my work. sigh.

how about if i sell my car i can buy a scanner? is that an ecological footprint trade-off?

i worry a lot that my ink & brush all hand done artwork can’t compete with all the slick comics out there that use a lot of stuff i don’t even know how to use or where i would find them or what it is called even…sigh.

but i doodle on. hoping to find my tribe of luddite graphic novelists.

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i tried to see if the ink & brush technique i use with moses jones would work with this idea. and then i just doodled some chick. huh, that sounds wrong. oh well.

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doodle on, y’all.

putting myself out there

here is a close up of the part of yesterday’s sketch that i like the best.  i think i need to work on the cow. my nine year old likes the cow. i’m not so sure. i am going to do some more sketches and doodles to work out some details. this is something i can work on with four crazy minions in full blown chaos mode. moses jones is not something i can work on when i am worrying about being bumped or having my ink dumped. i must wait for bedtime. assuming i survive bedtime.

i put all of episode one on tapastic today. that was exciting. another place for my comic! yay!

http://tapastic.com/series/moses-jones-apocalyptic-ma

yay!

when i was a kid, i fucking brilliant

(this was taken using my beat-up digital camera–plus, i am a terrible photographer…but you get the idea)

when i was a kid, i started writing comics. i don’t remember how old i was, but i remember drawing on this little chalkboard, a story with a cast from the nursery rhyme, “hey diddle, diddle.” it was very dramatic, like a soap opera. strange, because i have never watched soap operas–but i did watch a lot of the tv show soap when i was a kid (a sitcom making fun of soap operas–i totally recommend it.) maybe i was influenced by soap. nevertheless, i did my little comics on this chalk board, erasing when necessary for more space, obviously never keeping a hard copy. but it has always stuck in my head and has influenced me as an adult. i want to develop it. one of my  many projects. i sketched a quick cast picture tonight. the lighting is terrible. my camera does not work as well as my dead scanner did. but here it is. hey! diddle, diddle.

ps. i did tell lynda barry about this in a drunken email to her one night. she never responded. i am a little hurt and a little suspicious.