A'llo folks... Just attempting to post regularly for a wee while... though don't expect it t' last too long, it's not the first time abes attempted such a challenge...
Anyway, above is a page for the cycling story mentioned a few posts back... Not too sure bout the art, so it'll probably look different again when next I post... I just done got no staying power... read through Bretch Evens's 'The Making Of', for sure one of the most elegant comics I've ever read... That fellow can draw (paint) beautifully. Oh, and the story isn't too bad either.
Left me with a kind of hope-enfused rage... How can someone get to be as good as say, Bretch Evens or Frederic Peeters, Adrian Tomine or Craig Thompson? At what they do... they're top of the game...and looking at the ages their early work stems from... they've been at the top from extremely young ages...
Personally I like Adrien Tomine's view... that waiting for "success" is not necessarily a bad thing. F. Scott Fitzgerald also wrote a lovely essay on fame and success, and how its arrival, too early or late, can cripple an individual (this can be read in 'the crack up').
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This is not really what I should be thinking about now. Just to keep on working, and when its there, (if ever) then it'll be there.
anyhow... just t' keep you updated... been working too much of late week, but have to earn money somehow I guess, and at least it leaves me with mornings free to draw... this fellow's known as Nocturnal Pascal, and he's the hero of another time and place. took a walk to the river on wednesday... and worked out the story... then sat down to draw, and... booom! no joy... nothing doing.
Sometimes this impotence really frightens me, my fickle drawing skills coming and going as they please, all to oft leaving me in the lurch. Consistency is the real problem... I want to tell long, still, petite epic narratives. But the drawing fades a few pages in... I am slowly improving, but am also realising that there really is no easy way out... I am simply going to have to get better if I want to get where I want to be.
I recall an interview with one of Marvel's writers from the 60's... (I cant alas, remember his name) he mentioned how he never wanted to be a writer... he wanted to be an artist, but he just couldn't produce the page rate... and so fell into writing, where he was involved and content. But the story seems pretty heartbreaking (in a minor way... so lets say heart cracking instead) to me. I'm not on a salary, no one is paying me to work with comics, so in a way im blessed that I wouldnt have to make the same kind of choice. then I remember. No one is paying me to make comics. Dang.
Such a two edged sword. nheh.
Its fortunate that theres no money in the kind of comics I wanna make. ho humm.