i have started posting my art on my other website.
i have made a gallery page over there.
i also made a page of my inktober drawings.
i hope to do a page for each episode of moses jones.
and it will all be found over at the new place.
today’s ink blot test is there now! check it out…
days of magic
so the feedback i did get was in favor of the white tones on page 39. and everyone seems okay with the text-heavy pages.
i like the looks of page 40. and, for good or for bad, my real life is going through enough crap right now to ignite some plot. will he or won’t he? will she or won’t she? what are y’all’s feelings on mojo taking a katana to an “innocent” person?
valentine’s day, a day i gave up on after about 25 years of having crappy valentine’s days….okay, so maybe birth through five years weren’t exactly crappy, but once my heart was able to be neglected and abandoned and broken…that pretty much guaranteed crappy v-days for me. but, forever an optimist and fatally romantic…i still loved the idea of romantic love (and a day celebrating it) until about my mid-twenties when i had endured enough fucked up shit to give up.
suffice to say that this valentine’s day went above and beyond the fucked up shit i am used to on valentine’s day.
fortunately, i have mojo to channel it all into.
page 39 begins episode three.
it is a very light page, compared to other pages, and text heavy. i have used text heavy pages in the past…but i think there will be a few more in a row. maybe. this whole episode might be text heavy.
i usually cover the page with ink. grey tones. but i left this one white. i am trying to decide if i like it or not.
i feel like lately mojo always has katana, ready & cocked.
usually aimed at zombies…but now dusty has her wary.
which brings me to real life where dusty is romancing me again…and i am wary. life is weird. which is why i make comics….
here it is. i’m afraid my scanner sucks. and i am kind of distracted so my work looks sloppier than usual. but here is page 37. i hope it is readable. also enjoyable. if you feel like you have forgotten the plot line due to how long it has been since i last posted…go over to moses jones on tapastic where you can read the entire story from start to end.
recap of my roadblocks to page 36:
moving (like four times over the summer??)
and, of course, the ever present & delightfully distracting minions….
but it is here now…& that is what matters. right?
so today i go back to art school at uw. i am taking an introduction to digital media & intermediate drawing. so watch out, people. i’m only getting better from here.
as babies scream & cling to me…as rambunctious attention-starved children bounce dangerously close to my drawing arm…i finish page 31.
i am assuming it is a universal theme. that phenomenon where once a person leaves a community room–be it family or housemates, friends or co-workers–the first person to leave is the one everyone else then talks about. either it is a universal theme, or i just know a lot of snarky people.
moses & her brood head off on a foraging expedition, and the housemates watching her leave morph into a pack of hyenas (no offense to hyenas; they are actually very cool animals.)
i messed up a few times and used cover up. it kinda works. maybe i should just start penciling first…ack! i just don’t like pencils. ink is so much more satisfying.
i just opened up austin kleon’s book, steal like an artist. it is spectacular so far. to create moses jones, i studied some of my favorite comics–love and rockets and tank girl. i also studied raulf steadman and shel silverstein to find inspiration for my technique. now, when i find something i like, i note it, and when i get a chance, i study it. my favorite quote in the book, so far, is david bowie’s: “The only art I’ll ever study is stuff that I can steal from.” it’s what my instincts have been telling me to do. thanks, austin kleon! i like knowing i am going in the right direction.
i didn’t die…or fall asleep…trying to get this page done. i even worked a bit on the next page as well. so, tell your friends, moses jones is alive and well.
the personalities of the squatters are starting to flush out. funny thing about my writing. it kind of takes on a life of its own. i don’t exactly know what will happen or who my characters are. divine inspiration? if you insist. but my stories unfold–seemingly–of their own determination. i’m sure my subconscious has some input. my memories. my neurosis. but my choices seem to me to be influenced by the characters and the stories themselves.
like susan. i didn’t realize that i didn’t like her until i tried to draw this page. i not only struggled with drawing her, but i also found myself wanting to smack her character. i’m pretty sure moses doesn’t like her either. she reminds me of a couple of women i used to live with who seemed to be cool, but when push came to shove, they would go with the pack mentality and turn on you. see, i used to live in a cooperative house–this experience largely influences my interactions with moses jones’s squatters–as i was very affected by my experiences in this house. some good–a lot bad. there were plenty of people who were nice to my face but actually plotted behind my back. so far, the squatters here are a lot more benign than the people they are based on.
and jake. who knew he could be such an asshole? i didn’t actually see that coming. i knew he was a smartass…but in these next pages he shows he can be a real asshole as well. jake, i realized, is reminding me a lot of a guy i knew a long time ago. i have also known people like him since. yes, he can be an asshole, but when push comes to shove, he will get your back in a fight…or help you move your stuff…whichever. jake’s a good guy. these pages paint him in kind of a bad way, but he is a good guy. malcolm, i’m not so sure about. he seems to have a real chip on his shoulder about moses. i don’t know what that is about. that’s what’s so fun about writing my stories–the suspense of discovering my characters and how they will turn the plot….
cheetah is still a bit of a blank page. he might be the yin to jake’s yang–or would it be yang to his yin? i guess we will see about that as well.
and the more i get to know lucy, the more i like her. she’s tough. she’s a good egg. she doesn’t take shit, & she stands up for what she believes in.
page 31 is following close behind. & page 32 is already written–but not yet drawn. exciting stuff!
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.)
on to page 30!