I owe a post, no? Job hunter, hunting. scraps and other half thought up nothings... throw em' on the fire, watch it blaze. wrap up warm sonny boy, winters here t' stay, well for another week or so. and here its like summer there. at times. the sea is blue. green. blue. and the tide is not ever so high as our first floor studio.
But thats just how it goes at times, gotta wear that crooked grin at an angle, make it horizontal...
...and all that other rambling nonsense. A common occurrence when I don't post regularly.
I've been busy working of late, and arriving home later, tired and more into jamming with a movie or book then scribbling away.. but thats got to change, so its going to. anyhow, above's a little nothing I drew last week. but I think it works for whatever reason.
In a week or so I'll be departing this dear old land of albion.. etsoy yendo a barcelona, donde voy a construir una nueva vida junta con un persona muy especial, una chica de exterior espacio.. en este momento no tengo muchas palabras, pero intento a aprender mas y mas.. y alguna vez, quizas dibujo mis comics en espanol... vamos a ver ...
Anyhow, so yup.. my language is not the best, but what the heck, I got drawing en mi corazon, and two bucks in my bolsillo, y musica in my ears. Ive packed most of my stuff away, but left my books out, cause I have too many of them anyway, but its given me a nice time to reread them... I find I love turning these pages over and again... reading Blankets by Craig Thompson after maybe seven years... shit, thats a hell of a book, deservedly still in print. Reading it again was a little like revisiting a very particular time and space, coated in amber.
comics, drawn and undrawn. I feel my hands are become clumsier and clumsier, nothing consistant, only those ol' heartbeats. Life drawing classes are a little too pricy for my coin purse at the moment, but thats the plan
And in January I'll begin to continue. Life et al.
I read some kind reviews of my comic Swear Jar, thankfully focusing more on the sentiments I attempt to impart then on my third rate draughtsmanship. I finished the next issue of nervous in a cape back in june but once again my financial restraints et al... anyhow its in astounding digital form over here
So this is a true story, about a person from outer space.
well they landed here on earth, stayed for a spell, and cast a few.
But then one day left for jupiter... and oh boy there was all of a sudden ( )
..but heck, on jupiter they have email, so writing happened from time to time, to time.
..these days they live on the moon, so I figured I'd head out on my ol rocket ship, with my sketchbook in my bag and my beard shaven off, and say "hi, hows tricks?", and take a few months to try learn some kind of lunar language, which I'd always figured I should learn anyhow.
So tomorrow I'll fly, and maybe not be posting for a little while, no scanners on the moon at the moment.
or not. I just read Jason's new book If You Steal.. Its a good one, a fine collection of playful shorts, fun and sad and most everything in between. Oh boy, he has the whole four panel timing thing down pat.
Pencil and ink wash on paper. This kind of drawing is just fun, fast... and you end up with a real finished product. Vague ideas, but I love drawing most of all, I can turn a nice phrase on occasion, but my eyes get heavy if I'm typing for too long..
still, perhaps at some point I should just write a complete script and then y'know.. do the draws. or just keep on with the short short stuff, and automatic writing et al. heck.. all just different ways to get t' that darn mountain, anyway, even once you've reached it I guess one'll still need hiking boots.
This was an interesting film, very powerful, and pretty claustrophobically shot and acted. the kind of film you'd hesitate to recommend because its probably a genuine masterpiece and therefore not an "easy" film by any measure. thank fuck I live in the future.
I found some old discarded pages from 2014, and they seemed not so bad after all... I put a bunch up on Tumblr
A great documentary transcends the specific interests of the viewer... and this is a great documentary by the late Albert Maysles, a killer soundtrack, beautiful eccentric lady and heartwarming relationship with her husband.
Thanks to the cartoonist Jason's blog I discovered Tia Blake, an American in France in the 1970's.. Apparently she passed away earlier this year... She released one album only, but what an album.. cest magnifique... This is my favourite piece:
Thoughts on comics... Is it possible to tell the stories I want to without "learning to draw" or just, y'know having to draw (and practice draw'n) the kind o stuff I just detest drawing, (Interiors, I'm talking t' you..)
It might be a case of having to pencil in, or draft, or thumbnail... none of which I use, they bore me out of my mind.. I just sit down and draw in ink... and the wastepaper bin seems to need empty'n an awful lot. Which is a coincidence or something.
Looking through my comics, at folks like Anders Nilson and Sammy Harkham, Philippe Dupuy and Dash Shaw.. and just being consistently blown away by their work, old and new... with the art, seems like the trick is to boil things down without simplifying.. but who's to say eh.... Your style will find you at your drawing board or something.. and'll never look right to your own eyes anyhow.. Chris Ware's as full of distaste for his own work as the rest of us (see the acme novelty datebook).. But methinks its all just a young mans way of seeing the whole thing..
Comics can be the greatest pleasure to work on, as long as you just don't care about them going any further then your own hands.. thats where all those damn neuroses start.
Anyway, as I said topside, this isnt a rant, comics don't bother me so much at the moment.. theres sun and pretty skies and I think I might have flown one time.