So this is something that happened quite a while ago, but I think it's worth mentioning.
I went to New York this year and had a bit of an up and down time. After spending THREE HOURS in what was a pretty short queue I was desperate to simply get to where we were kipping for the night. My girlfriend who had been waiting for me the whole time without a clue what was going on was distraught and I was distracted as hell. Hence me leaving the single most important sketchbook I had ever drawn in a NY cab. Along with a full bottle of gin. It had everything in there and I spent the rest of the evening ready to hang myself. I've tried to recapture s
Forgive me for I have sinned. It's been well over a year since my last confession, and I've hardly added any art. In my defence I have been practicing, improving, trying to get to a better standard. I still don't think I'm amazing yet but actually doing trial runs for my comics helps a lot with developing my style. Figuring out solutions to problems helps no end, and I've started coming up with my own little rendering flourishes.
I spent time alone in Norfolk for ten days just so I could concentrate on work, the flowers of my toil are a short horror story and several pages from what I hope will be my first finished comic as an adult! It see
Looking at some of the chaps on here, I realise it's time I upped my game a bit, namely start colouring things in and using in more...I still haven't found a style of work that I'd want to always use. If only I wasn't such a lay-about.