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No More Angels
Bless the Children
Shipyard at Dawn
Someone smart once said, “Part of knowing what you’re good at is knowing how many permutations you can stretch and skew yourself to and safely get away with, without too much bloodshed.” And then I put it in a journal entry and cheapened it.
It was the middle 2005, and the local scene had shriveled up and died, so no one in his right mind was doing independent comics anymore, much less looking to fund any.
Fresh out of college and taking baby steps into law school, I sought a creative outlet and found it in the local newspaper — though when I say I sought, I don’t mean I needed a challenge or something to do in my free time. Coz believe me, school plus work was tough enough; and free time was a luxury I devoted to sleep. Luckily, the summer before shit got real, I had made the right calls and talked to the right people and sent the right hookers to the right addresses, and at twenty years old I got my first regularly paying gig with my weekly serial comic strip, ALTERED EGOS.
The people at the paper had seen my previous comic stuff, and when I first spoke to my editor to pitch another, more action-oriented strip, I realized that I had gotten spoiled from working with friends on SUKOL and POPCORN for so long. I had grown accustomed to communicating my act structures and story arcs in chirps and grunts. Had I known how to whistle, it might have helped. But no, the pre-prod was a mess, and it slowly became obvious that I wouldn’t be able to pull off a series that only worked linear, at least not the way I’d want to. So I went with comedy and the gag-a-week format.
ALTERED EGOS was an exploration of the superhero lifestyle minus all the glitz and glamour. Marvel Team-up meets Seinfeld, written by Bart Simpson. And it acted like a sort of psychic anchor in a pretty lousy time in my life, which was right around the same time I discovered the bottle. These characters meant a lot to me and still do, which is why I’m sharing them here.
Incidentally (and conveniently, transition-wise), I will be starting a brand new comic strip pretty soon with my girlfriend. Drawing much inspiration from the blunt truths of XKCD and the dry humor of Butternutsquash, Jad and I have put together a… (wait for it)… relationship strip.
. . .
And THAT was the sound of the last cries of my mojo whimpering out of existence.
FOR the LOVE OF… (or FTLO) is planned to be a weekly strip, depending on our schedules, and is pretty much being stylistically inspired by Adam Warren’s approach to Empowered over at Dark Horse. Rough… but not.
It’s five in the morning, kids.
Anyway check back here for the first strip of FTLO soon, as well as updates on a few other projects I have gaining some steam. Meantime, don’t just thank it. Spank it.
Heard Millar talk about his method for story structure on a podcast the other day, praising Seinfeld for apparently informing his approach to putting together a comic book. Yeah, no, I don’t see it either. But yes, because I am not beneath comparing myself to one of the biggest names in comics today, I lean back against my douche throne and ask myself… Outside of comics, what prominent works could have put creases in my brain deep enough to directly influence my own work (and I use the term work very loosely)? Too many people fall into the trap of learning to make comics just by collecting shiny things from the comics they’ve already read, and that’s okay if you don’t plan on bringing anything new to the table, but I always figure that the biggest hindrance to being able to think outside the box is when you yourself become the box, Daniel-san. Thanks, Mr. Miyagi.
Everything I know about facial expression, I learned from watching Chuck Jones cartoons as a kid — Looney Tunes, Tom and Jerry, The motherfucking Grinch, I’ll yell it loud and proud, sir.
For gesture and body language, I drew from the TV sitcom Friends — nothing beats the visual comedy of contrasting personalities, especially in the first few seasons… when everyone was overacting, I thought (sorry, Perry).
I learned pacing from Spielberg movies — when I saw Sam Neil shakily take his shades off and stand up in the theme park jeep, I think I might’ve clenched in anticipation so hard I later crapped a diamond.
Fairly easy to name the cinematic influences, but it takes me a while to figure out what single biggest thing feeds into my shot design and camera placement, aside from the occasional Wally Wood flowchart or Frazetta piece. I laugh when I realize that it’s probably my gaming. Now Alex “Awesome” Cipriano (he made me do it) will cackle like an oversexed harpy and slap me with a dead horse’s cock and say that I’m not even a real gamer, and he’d be right — give me a Playstation controller and I’ll throw it back at you thinking it’s a batarang. Thing is, as I was getting serious about my comic art years ago, I saturated myself with a shitload of first-person shooters every time I needed to unwind, and the immersive experience cut such a deep groove into my mindpeach that it got to a point where I’d run around de_dust maps in my fucking sleep. I can still describe building ruins in COD’s Carentan map, and I sometimes still replay insane Quake III rocket launcher frags when I drink my coffee.
A little sad, I know… but I draw comics, what’d you expect? Existentialist discourse?
All things considered though, it’s true up to a point when people say you can actually learn to make comics just from reading them, but a big part of me likes to believe that it’s the outside influences that add the real flavor to the stew that eventually eventually becomes your style. It’s a little tragic though that because I’ve simply been too busy lately, I’ve had to uninstall what little games I did play just to avoid temptation.
Call of Duty…
Sexy Beach 3…
That HD Modern Warfare trailer looked hella sweet too.
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Can’t quite recall if it was Sears or Capullo who said it, but I’m pretty sure I gleaned it off one of those How to Draw Comics features in an issue of Wizard (yeah, yeah) — someone who knew what he was talking about said the true function of the thumbnail is to let you take in the entirety of a page in one quick look. Sure it sounds sensible enough, but it didn’t really make sense to me until I actually pulled my head outta my ass and started doing thumbnails myself for the first time, which was in high school.
See, when I drew comics as a kid I would just jump right into the page without any regard for panel flow and whatnot. It wasn’t until I read that all-powerful Kubert School Cliffnote (heh) that I actually understood the importance of — wait for it — Planning. So fine, my kiddy shit was awful, but it helped me realize that the layout process is simply too sensitive to do on the actual page (read: when Johnny’s already working on whatever Johnny’s working on), and the comic page being as big as it is, the occasional loss of perspective just doesn’t help.
And so I make sure I take the time to whip out the straightedge and actually put down some mock pages and play with page designs and fuck around with layouts and experiment with self-assuredly clever paneling and yeah, maybe even Read The Scripts from time to time, because that’s usually a good idea.
I work on thumbnails about one-eighth the size of an 11×17 sheet. Don’t ask about specific dimensions because numbers choke up my brain veins and when I write I like to… not die. One-eighth. Half of a quarter. Ouch. Anyway some friends tell me them numbers dance a bit on the big side for “thumbnails,” but my headspace being the slut that it is, I like things being clear. Thumbnails are mental notes for me, so I make sure everything reads as clearly as possible lest I forget. As a comic fan myself, I have me as my first audience to please.
I find that having solid and thought-out thumbnails pays you back three-fold. Firstly, writer and editor get to work out story kinks with you in this phase, so if you do this well enough, an email with the subject “Revision Needed, Asshole, Eat My Fuck” will be unlikely. Second, you get to flex your artsy fartsy mojo and tackle composition without having to worry about style just yet. Feel like dropping a Ringo grid? Do it. A Madureira splash? Fuckin’ A, bring that shit. This is your story still raw and malleable, play when you can. And third, you can take comfort in the fact that most of the hard work is done. You literally already have the comic drawn… now it’s just a matter of making it look good enough to print.
On the whole, the layout process will eat up its own precious chunk of time, but it’s indispensable if anyone wants the finished product to be halfway decent. When it gets tedious, I remind myself that Mignola said in a Two Morrows interview that it was his favorite part of the comic creating process. So I say be like Mike. Eat your greens. Do your thumbnails.
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Shop at Cyborg & Son
As promised, here are the JENNY STRANGE pages the Jordan and I are putting together as a Zuda entry. In a nutsack, teenage adventurer… big guns, space ships, monsters… high school.
Lemme know what you guys think! Hope I didn’t screw too much of it up… if you think I did though well… shit.
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Felt the sudden urge to dive back into the HORROR CLASSICS series today and drew my version of the Wolf-man. I’m not a big fan of the classic “shaggy man” look Nicholson sported in “Wolf,” and the Lycanthropes in “Underworld” I think just resemble balding bears; but I remember this film entitled “Bad Moon,” and I recall that rendition being nothing but absolutely badass, so I’ll try bringing some of that into my piece.
It’ll also be a bit of a departure from the previous three pieces coz I’ll have to pull the camera back a bit to convey a sense of size to the creature. Here’s hoping he doesn’t end up lookin’ like Yogi going postal though.
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My buddy Sully and I have had many discussions revolving around qualms and drawbacks with the comic medium, and he just recently found a chunk of time to dump it all onto a work journal mega-entry of sorts. Being a fledgling writer more than just an avid collector, he has a bigger stake in caring about the sequential art form than most, so it makes for a pretty comprehensive read.
Check out the entries, you might even learn a thing or two:
Our own discussions often devolve from How can we fix things to How can we fix what we use to fix things… and then to boobies. There’s also the occasional and unavoidable comparison between comics and manga… also he’s a gamer… so be warned… he tends to wander.
Dyslexic penguins go, “ploo ploo ploo…”