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Connor. Comics/Illustration. Seventeen years old.
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Some mix of those famous Dr. Manhattan Watchmen panels and Neil Armstrong’s death was filtering through my brain late last night, and I ended up with this.
I’m home, hi. Here’s a comic I did in about four hours straight, to destress from working on the book. Making comics to get away from making comics. Makes sense. I didn’t think of anything ahead, I just put lines on paper until it was done.
Gretchen and Ben were eaten by cannibals.
Hello! I am supposed to be packing to head off on vacation but I thought I’d update this thing. I spent most of the week writing the last bit of the book. It’s entirely written, so that’s satisfying. I have three inked pages but not enough time to scan them all so here’s a snippet. I’ll return from the mountains in two weeks with armfuls of finished pages, hopefully.
From the vault. My story for Lodacal Comix #5, drawn around early January. I don’t remember meaning for it to be so depressing. sorry! However, I do remember being very pleased with that face on the fifth page.
I had a lot of fun drawing this page, for reasons unknown. I think my brushwork is getting better. That’s probably why.
Three more pages. After being on a bit of a Bukowski kick, I’ve started Neuromancer. It’s really good, but I’m not really breaking new ground by saying so.
