clogs run amok

sorry about the rerun, but my pen won’t ink; my toilet won’t flush; my love life has hit a wall.

seems i am clogged all around.

i need to clear my head. my heart. my thoughts. my feelings.

my pen & my toilet.

but i think things are turning around. i hope to have new pages soon. or at least a less violent doodle or two. an idea. an inspiration. something.

thank you to those of you who are still with me.

dystopia, dystopia

dystopia, dystopia

this is the last panel of “moses jones” that i prepared for my art class final. i practiced using ink to paint with and used the influences of ralph steadman and rembrandt in my process. since then i have also embraced lynda barry and david mack as wonderful examples of painting with ink. so these five comic’s (of which this is the last) are my first efforts at painting with ink. i am not completely happy with my efforts, but i look forward to doing more of it as soon as i have half of a minute to do so.
in addition to perfecting my painting with ink, i also need to figure out the plot line of this comic. i want to create a dystopian society of sorts. i want to develop the characters based on my children & have them function as actual characters–not props. i need to know if moses jones is delusional or on the lam or actually fighting zombies or what.
maybe it will all come to me in a dream.
maybe i should start drinking more.