Monday, May 25, 2015

The Stranger's Corpse Layout

These are some layouts for a story I'm working on with John Bell for Fulcrum's Colonial Comics series. The stories set around the Boston Massacre and the problem of discovering the identity of one of the people who had been killed. John's done all the writing, which allows me to sit back and do the drawing. Of course, drawing a story set in 1770 means having to tons of visual research, and I'm sure I got a lot of this stuff wrong (I trust John will correct me)(the beauty of a rough draft).

And remember, we don't want to the world to think of Boston as... riotous.

That cracks me up every time I read it.

Monday, May 18, 2015

Redrawing Pages (Because They Have to be Perfect)(Or at Least Decent)

The idea for this page is that this space god shrinks from giant size to normal-human-being size, which is represented by the circles of shrinking size, and with this project I'm okay with it being a little bit difficult for the reader to understand. It's like a puzzle, what's the point if it's too easy? But what's the point if it's impossible? And this page is pretty near impossible. The main problem is that there is no background (at all!!!) to give context. You can't tell that he's changed size because you don't see him in relation to anything else. All you have are these circles.

So back to the drawing board.

Monday, May 11, 2015

Old Books

I want my next book to look as cool as these. I'm not sure about the processes used to create this kind of cover, but I think something similar could be done with stamps. Some hand cut rubber stamps with golden ink, a little purple to set it off, maybe a little embossing powder thrown on top to make it stick out (the inverse of the impressions on these covers), ooh, it'd be sweet.

Monday, May 4, 2015

Taking that Ride to Nowhere

I draw a lot, but most of the time when I'm drawing there is a lot of intention in it. I'm doing sketches for a page. I'm doing character design. I'm trying to figure out how to get it so a giant who has been shot by some sort of bazooka looks right while he's falling. I hesitate to say that doing such things is serious, but it's not really playing when I'm putting the lines on paper. I have purpose. It's very adult.

And what's really sad, is that when I sit down with a piece of paper to draw with no intention whatsoever, it's a struggle. Taking a walk with a line and just seeing where it goes has become particularly difficult. I spend so much of the time knowing where the line is going, and it's just hard to let go.

But I'd like to.

I've worked hard to get whatever skill and style I have, but sometimes it feels a little bit like I'm trapped by them.