I’ve added a portfolio, it includes a published dredd (in b&w and with no dialogue) there’s also a future shock, although I’d changed the artwork before sending it to 2000AD so what’s on the page isn’t what will eventually appear. There’s also a 3 page Warhammer strip, in greyscale and no dialogue. I’ll try and update that as often as I can do new stuff.
Cool, I love The Rock, but really thought what it needed was some D list actor/celebs like Steven Seagal and Morris Chestnut (hehehehe).
Oh how terrible it looks.
Boredom is setting in. I’m in work, itching to get home. I’ve started a five page script by Nick Brownlow for a RPG magazine. No money, but, feck it, 2000AD aren’t rushing to give me work and warhammer are rushing even slower … so…
Of late, I’d gotten bored of drawing, I think cus I don’t get to do it enough. The excitement disappears, then, when you finally get to sit down and do some work you’re just rubbish (cus it’s all about practice). Then being rubbish just kills any enthusiasm and round and round it goes. Holiday helped me to forget just how rubbish I can be, but it’s irratating to find that every minute of the day is eaten into.
So, anyways, if anyone can suggest ways to get jazzed up about drawing I’m more than happy to hear them.
In the meantime, the script is a five pager set in the modern world with Call of Cuthuhuhuhuhulu monsters in it. Ideal really for the Frazer Irvings of the world, not so great for me. But it might allow me to try doing something different. I get bored of drawing the same way all the time, but my style of drawing is so locked in. I try and draw in more abstract and obtuse ways but I always find myself anally correcting whatever it is, to the point that it looks like everything else I draw. Which would be alright, if I was any good.
Poor me 🙂
Blah blah blah … I’m bored.
I got engaged while in Bangkok. My feeling has always been that engagement is the first in the four step process to death – Engaged, Married, Kids, Death. So you can understand my general reticence. But it’s done know. It’s kind of an odd thing. It’s like … I can finally let myself go completely to seed, there’s no need to make any sort of effort. I can start slobbing out. Which, you know, is what I’ve been waiting all my life to do anyway.
Anyhue, Bangkok ‘ these is the reason I was on the Tuk-Tuk, we ended up spending a couple of hundred quid on a ring which even know we’re slightly suspicious about, but fuck it, it’s done now. Two nights in Bangkok is just enough time to learn hate the place and not enough time to learn to love it again. I figure if we’d spent another week there I’d’ve really liked it, but them’s the breaks.
Hong Kong is spectacular, it’s incredible, amazing high rise buildings set amongst lush green mountains. All in all, it’s pretty breathtaking. We spent 10 days in HK and spent most of them going around shopping centres. That was a mistake. We got to a couple of sights, the Po Lin Monastery is incredible and Ocean Park is ‘ well, it’s cool in a cheesy American tourist way ‘ it has giant pandas though. Every building seems to be connected, and there were a lot less white doves than I was expecting. Comics were sold in every single newspaper stand. Every single one. Frequently there were more comics in these things than anything else. We had a job hunting down comic shops (cus, let’s face it, they don’t really need ’em) but I bought some cool comics. We ended up shipping back a couple of boxes loaded with funky stuff. Bought a load of VCDs which I’ve still gotta watch. Went to china for a day, and that was’ worse than shopping in Bangkok.
We spent 4 nights in Singapore which is everything Bangkok isn’t. It’s order, peace, quite, and frighteningly fascistic. While it’s not as bad as some people think (‘you can get hanged for importing chewing gum’ you can’t. That’s bollocks ‘ you can get fined though) it’s still pretty frightening, in a quite big brother way.
Then we came home.
Ok, I’m a crap foreign correspondent, but I swear I can tell stories in the most amusing way in real life.
I’m glad I had my holiday.
I fight against taking time off and deliberately doing nothing. I always have. From the age of 16 when I harboured notions of breaking into comics. My holiday time is my productive time. I need two or three days of doing bugger all to warm up to intensive periods of work. My creative peaks are always preceded by a couple of days of nothing. When Im working, even working part-time (ok, noone will feel sorry for me, I geddit) I still catch match the productivity of having nothing to do and then going for broke on comics. So anyways, holidays are when I get frenetic. Except when Im in a relationship. Then, Im tied up doing relationship stuff while pretending to myself that Im gonna get something done. The upshot is that I never really switch off (and, as a consequence Im never really switched on either, I exist in a perpetual state of near-readiness).
Anyhue, the holiday. Bangkok is chaos. The lights, sounds and, most bizarrely, if youre not used to travel, the smells are all totally alien. Alien for me at any rate. Never take a tuk-tuk if you want to go from A to B. The tuk-tuk is a three wheeled motor vehicle, which you get for one hour for about 20 bhat (thats something pathetic like 15p). You wont go A to B, youll go A-C-D-R-Q-Z and if youre lucky youll end up right back at A, but you certainly wont get any where near B. The reason the tuk-tuk is so cheap (at least this is my theory) is cus they have deals with every single shop they take you to (none of which you want to go to in the first place). The drop you off, tell you to take your time and then leave you in the middle of these places. And while the place may leaving you feeling superior because, you know, your English and obviously superior these guys know every single sales trick there is. All especially designed to work best on the old catholic guilt complex. Youll walk in, find two seats placed behind you, two opened drinks placed in front of you and some guy making a huge effort to unwrap whatever it is youve unwittingly glanced at.
(I’ll post more when I get a chance)
November 15 – Nicotine Nazis – Anti-tobacco operatives are understandably sensitive to comparisons between their agenda and the political party of Adolf Hitler. The truth hurts, after all. The sobriquets “nico Nazi, smoke Nazi, tobacco Gestapo”, by entering into the popular vernacular, have demonstrated that the popular psyche has linked tobacco control the repugnant policies of Nazi Germany. Name calling is rarely valid in debate but what else can this tiny group of haters be called?
Woohoo… tobacco rush to the head…
Dave Sim’s notes on how to become a comics self-publisher: