I don’t know what it means, I was just compelled to draw it.
Connor. Comics/Illustration. Seventeen years old.
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Here’s a self portrait made out entirely of ripped up print-out’s of my comics. I did most of the work in an art class from May to June, but just finished it up today. The word balloons are mostly taken from this old Hunter S. Thompson comic I did. I think it turned out okay. It was certainly frustrating to do.
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.
