Sick life.

This comic was difficult to execute. Not because I've forgotten how to draw, but because I've become fearful of posting anything online anymore without considering the impact it would have on me finding a job in the tech industry. Or the game industry. Any industry. This comic is not up to anyone's standards, not even mine.

But what's different about this comic is that it's the full embodiment of how I felt. I felt sick. wasted. Burned out from working in front of computers, worrying over other people's ideas and methods for executing those ideas. I was eating at one of my favorite diners whose prices have been forced to go up because of the changing social clmite in San Francisco. I feel stupid for continuing to live here without a plan. I have no plan. But I wanted this breakfast because old habits are fun.

I found myself outside of my head while I was sick and wanted to express that detachment. I was finally done with color correcting, editing text, erasing pencil marks, finishing the inking of lines. Correct anatomical proportion went out the window, and I didn't censor any of the very real, dark, stupid and pedestrian thoughts that passed through my mind as I wrote this comic.

This comic won't land me a job. It will be a deterrent. I wasted more money not posting it online when I should've posted it online, so it hasn't done me any favors financially in the past, nor will it in the future.

So why have I decided to post it? Because it reminds me that I am a messy, imperfect, human being. I am not a robot. I am not efficient or well designed. I can not spit out code or mathematical equations at a satisfactory pace and I was not created to be made an example of an elite superpower. I'm just a human.

I'll work as hard as I can and I'll make stuff, even if I'm sick. But I allow my imperfections to guide me in design decisions. Not every time, but in times when all other strategies have failed.

Take this comic for example. As I post this to the web site, I could have cleaned up all the pencils. I could have edited out the coffee stain on top of the page. I could have made sure all the lines were penciled and accounted for. But I left all the imperfections in because it fit the narrative of the comic. This makes sense in my mind.

At least I have that going for me.


Cat's in boxes and the art of the Quick Draw

The above picture was of a drawing done at f8 Bar in the SOMA district of San Francisco, California. QUICK DRAW SF is an event hosted by N.E.R.D. and PaintPen Collective.

The QUICK DRAW SF event is a drink and draw event where artists get together, sketch things, put those sketches on the wall to sell, drink some more, socialize, network, etc. Tonight's theme was monsters. or Sci-fi, or maybe sci-fi monsters.

My friend Tina and I arrived early and tables designated for special guests were empty and tantalizing to unofficially invited randoms. So we decided to make our home on the edge of one of these special tables and things worked out anyways.

I was drawing a blank and couldn't think of anything to draw, despite having loads of ideas pumping through my head all day. Earlier that day I had again broken through a creative wall and managed to get alot of work done, despite flaking and totally missing an opportunity to learn Unity from a few friends who now probably hate me and will never speak to me again. Or at least for a week.

Ultimately, I just wanted to draw something happy and stupid to get my mind off of everything else. Cats. Cats in boxes. I decided to roll with that theme for the rest of the night.


Portrait Of An Artist...

Here's my latest comic. It has all the personal tropes that I seem to have developed in my personal work over the years. Cloudscapes, breasts, orifices, boogers, flatulence, death, organic residue, decay, basic humanity in a nutshell. Lately, I've been re-evaluating my work as an artist, discovering where personal and professional art mix and mingle, and build up walls. I can be critical of my work and process, but it usually ends up being cathartic and enjoyable in the end. 

To me, rebirth follow death. Some things need to die in order to make room for other things to grow. I suppose that's my current artistic process. I hope for good things in 2015.