Sunday, August 28, 2016

August, yuck

Didn't mean to leave you hanging! But here's August.

First, I'll remind you that summer is never good for me. I'm not sure if I simply "dislike summer" or if I suffer from SAD in summer (it's real!—go research it!).

Next, I'll say when all one has to worry about is minimizing strife and maximizing happiness, you really don't have a bad life. But when a bunch of rich white men fled the wealthiest nation in the world to become richer, they put some pretty awesome thoughts to paper, which we all want to be true.

To the point, I hurt my back! Actually, I hurt it in summer 2006, moving lots of boxes about at San Diego Comic Con. Ultimately not severe, but it did take weeks to regain full mobility. Since then, it doesn't take much to re-do whatever I did. But when I have, the recovery period isn't terribly long.

Until 7/31, when I was moving furniture about. Yeow, this was the worst since 2006! I couldn't do much at all, but slowly regained my mobility. During this time, I had lots of time to think, and no ability to do—always a bad combination for me.

About a year ago, I started to consider what I wanted to do with life next. I reconnected with old colleagues, career mentors, and talked, and listened. I spun around and around and arrived where I started. Either I can't do what I actually want, so I don't care what I do; or, I don't want to do anything. I mean, at all. Day job feels like a cop out; and whenever I over-invest emotionally there, I'm always miserable. Comics is a dead end; my moment has past and my sensibility is pas...not that I can even draw like I used to. 

I'm not being defeatist much either. I was in PT last summer for the pain I was experiencing drawing. I'm in PT again for the other back issues...which seem to have surfaced another issue, all caused from drawing. Perhaps these steps I'm taking will simply allow me to keep  pushing forward. But it all seems a bit pointless.

I'm told I'm having an existential crisis; or a mid-life crisis. Maybe I'll simply feel better once Fall arrives.

In the meantime, it turns out that thanks to syndication and cable, you can watch the entire Two Broke Girls run in a few weeks. I don't watch much TV, so this show was new to me, and hit me like a lightning bolt! Where did it come from? When did it happen?

At first, I thought, "This is vulgar. This is weak." Then I thought, "This is pretty much how my coworkers and I talk to one another." And, I do like the chemistry between the two main characters.

Anyway, I have some more serious thoughts mulling around in my head I may express soon...on racism, on sexism, on feminism, on the election. Let's see if I can pull something coherent together.

But for now, I need to find out if that cupcake business is ever going to take off. 

Sunday, August 21, 2016

2016 Progress

I made a lot of bold plans when traveling last November!

Once, maybe about 3/4 of my bold plans came to fruition, now I'm lucky if any do. Ever since I moved into the artist building—6 years ago!—my art production and motivation for art have plummeted. Oh well.

But here's what I've been up to since I made my bold plans:

To get back into the swing of things, I penciled and inked a gothic shortie written by Greg Lockard for our poison press presents anthology with Monica Gallagher. PLUS I concluded my 3 month eBay/CL sell-a-thon...lots of furniture, comic books, and knick-knackery sold! 

Penciled and inked Saved by the Bell V2 #4. This was a challenge: I was serving as an interim "senior director" at my day job since September...and to boot, I now had two vacancies on my regular team. So I had a vast amount of extra work, plus I was running two searches.

Penciled and inked Saved by the Bell V2 #5. By now I was drowning and had to ask my boss to take work off my plate, including one of the searches. Fortunately, the other search concluded successfully with a great hire.

Penciled and inked Saved by the Bell V2 #6. I was officially miserable, but kept pushing to hit my deadline despite March being my busiest month of my day job year, and the only time of year I have to travel for work.

Spent the month catching up on all the things I let slide at work for the past quarter. 

Caught up with all the personal things I let slide for the past 4 months.

Back to the drawing board, Greg and I reworked "Re-Infinity," and I penciled and inked the sci-fi entry for poison press presents. I love the way it turned out!

No art this month, though I did keep trying to rework the second half to Baby Makes Three. Frustrated with my progress, I turned back to furniture to refinish, and eBay/CL to sell off action figures I customized and more furniture, books, and miscellany.

Next post, I will talk about August. It's been not-good (that's me trying to be positive). For now, here's a sketch I did recently. Started off as random lines and became an aerial view of a city block.

Monday, July 4, 2016

By Jack Kirby and Tim Fish

When I was last at Angouleme, a representative from the Kirby Museum asked me to ink this pencil drawing by Jack "King" Kirby.

Ok, ok, they asked everyone who attended the exhibit. But it was still fun. Kirby's pencils are so tight, there's not much room for creative license. But there's a little Tim Fish in there.

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

So there!

The daily post challenge was kind of fun at first…since I had a lot of sketches from 2014 and 2015 to post. And I thought my sketches from the UK trip were pretty alright. But at the end of the challenge, to achieve my “traditional” 60 posts per year, I am overwhelmed! I mean with the whole social media thing. When do I post to Facebook? Twitter? Blogger? Do I differentiate between Blogger posts and Tumblr posts? After much encouragement, I started up an Instagram account…but what and when do I post there? How can I keep up with all this?—I’m just one man.

Admittedly, I am really strapped for time at the moment…being the director of my department, the interim director of another department since September (and likely through June), and being on the condo board of my artist loft building. Plus I’m engaged in a soul-searching exercise to plan out my next career move. I’m having some lovely conversations with mentors and former colleagues from ages ago, but it’s also a lot of time when I haven’t much to spare. And I extricated myself from my father’s woodshop after 6 weekends in a row up to NH to finish my started projects and begin purging my surplus collections. My purge keeps purging, as I open cabinets and boxes, declaring “I don’t need this!” and “I don’t want to store that!” wildly posting to eBay, packaging sold things, running to the post office almost daily, and meeting strangers from Craigslist to buy furniture I've refinished or built myself.

And then there is the association I’ve formed with Monica and Greg (and hopefully Mike!). It's exciting and motivational. Our first challenge to each other is "gothic tales" and I keep looking at my penciled pages, thinking, “soon, I will ink you.” In the meantime, Saved by the Bell is back on! I have three approved scripts for issues 4, 5, and 6. I planned out 6 (as it was approved by NBC first) but immediately turned to 4 when approval for 4 sprung about. Only did a little thumbnailing before holiday hosting duties began.

This was the first time I hosted Christmas holiday, and only the third time it’s not been at my folks’ house in my life (2002 was at my sister’s place in Savannah, and last year we were basically at Brigham & Women’s Hospital). Since my mom passed away last Christmas day, and my dad is making movement to sell the house, it definitely felt like time for change. Family friends Rich and Ken flew in from Los Angeles and Jacksonville, my sister and my dad drove down from NH. It was a fun few days. I only had a few moments that got me, and I tried to stay focused on joyful remembrance.

Anyway, daily post challenge complete. With my full plate, I will drop back to silence for a bit, to stay focused on actually drawing. I’m told to take pics of what I’m working on and post it to Instagram…maybe I will do that so you know I’m making progress. Otherwise, I’ll see you in August when convention season starts for me. Wish me luck hitting all my goals for 2016!   

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Hidden Agenda

Sometimes, I cut out drawings from meeting agendas and glue them into my sketchbook...

And if I really like it, I then draw around it. Once in a while this becomes a story idea...

And sometimes it just gets inked; the words covered by black or white out. The end.

Monday, December 28, 2015

I keep forgetting about this one...

Drawn in Monica Gallagher's sketch book while I manned her table at Thought Bubble!

Friday, December 25, 2015

Public Picking

Here's tomorrow's post! Happy Boxing Day.

Each Monday, I join my neighbor, Pier (and some times other neighbors as well) for trivia at the closest bar to our building, American Fresh Brewhouse—Boynton Yards more commonly and easily referred to as Slumbrew. It's the tap room of a micro-brew and the place is a real wild card. Some times you're literally the only one there, sometimes it's standing room only.

This past Monday was pretty full. There was a party of fairly cute guys. the one on the end was no exception. Kind of jockish but definitely more armchair jockish.

Suddenly he dove in for a pick. Maybe he had a terrible itch to scratch? I could have been Ok with that. But as I watched from my peripheral vision, I saw him keep going in. I couldn't stop watching, like watching a lava lamp or fish tank. 

But when he wiped it on his face, I then had to stop watching. 

I'm guessing he didn't know he was doing it. Things like this make me wonder what am I doing right now that I have no awareness of? Am I picking my nose without realizing it???