Back to blogging about drawing …

Woot.

Ok, I’ve started this new project. It’s a looong four parter – about 48 pages in total. Currently drawing a single establishing shot page – big ol’ hover tank standing over a military camp on a wartorn planet.

I’ve now got about ten pages of half drawn tanks and troops. Pencilled the tank and a hover ship in the background. Inking those now (and then I’ll pencil the rest). It’s shaking the cobwebs out of the drawing fingers time.

Hey … remember before … when I said I was busy …

Ok … Now today (and for the next few months) … much, much, much busier.

Here’s the thing, someone offers me loads of money to do computer work.. I hmm and ummm I think about it and mull it over and reluctantly do it – hey, it’s the sensible thing. Then I start thinking maybe this is where the future lies, make good money, do interesting things (which I find intellectually stimulating and I really feel I can do and do well and I feel great about it) and you know. It’s all good. But it’s a pity that comics are just never gonna work out for me.

Then … I get offered, in essence, less money to do more work for something which I find difficult and hard going and which grinds me down with self-loathing and hatred and … you know … I couldn’t be happier and would happily never sit at a computer again.

So … there we have it.

Echo-Oscar

A future shock synopsis.

Told as a series of TV clips mixed with events.

Caption: Flash Forward.
Caption: 2006
TV Screen showing news report on integration of bio-tech and computers.

Caption: Flash Forward.
Caption: 2012
TV screen showing news report on latest virus outbreak, newscaster (at this point people are becoming more like cyborgs).

Caption: Flash Forward.
Caption: 2102
We’re at a crisis centre, dealing with viruses (which infect computers and, more importantly cyborgs – changing not just software but hardware). For the past 20 years the world’s been under an assault from the Echo virus, overwriting the entire memory of a person with a potted history of mankind and now the Oscar virus which deforms the shape of the bio-organic implants. There’s a uniformity to the faces here, people are becoming more androgynous.

Flash Forward: 2130
Things have become much, much worse. What’s left of mankind has removed their hardware and have moved into giant Arks – very little in the way of technology. Outside the Echo-Oscar hybrid destroys everything.

Flash forward: 2135
There’s a complacency at work as people have started reinstalling their hardware. But the virus has evolved again and the attacks start. Outside everyone is dead.

Flash Forward: 2260
There’s only one ark left. Every child born has died by the age of 3. Four new children are born. ‘Male or female?’ ‘We.. we don’t know’. Everything is done to stabilise the virus.

Flash Forward: 2267
The children are all that’s left. They’re humanoid but not humans. The stabilisation of the virus have left them with a fixed IQ of a 3year old but with a memory that encompasses every moment of recorded history and the chance that they will live forever. Inside the last ark everyone knows this is it – this is the legacy of mankind. Plans are in place to keep their ‘nursery’ powered for millennia.

Flash Forward: 3593
Inside the nursery, the four children are playing: tinkywinky, dipsy, lala and po. E-O!

Naff? not naff? I like the darkness of it all, but it may be as trite as ‘and they were all trapped in a virtual reality prison…’. I dunno.

Ups and downs…

This week…really filled with them. I’ve I live to be a million I’ll never understand people (including myself).

Anyways. Off on a ‘holiday’ next week but I’ve loads of work to do so I’ll be sat at my computer doing that.