It is waaaaaaay to hot to make comics. To do anything, really. I was just trying to finish this page today, and was getting completely overwhelmed with rage and frustration! I was very close to breaking my tablet, smashing my scanner, and just tipping my whole desk over. It began to feel like I was just trying to survive this week. Not fun at all.
Oh well, see you next week, when everything will definitely probably be better. Or everything will be destroyed when I inevitably go into a heat-induced rage.
Ugh... Seriously. Why do trees have to try and murder me? I was safe for some time living in California, but now my arch-nemeses have returned.
I like this new inking brush though. Works pretty well! A few minor changes need to be made, but otherwise all good!
The problem with doing comics every week is that sometimes all that really happens to me is that I make a comic. That's when things get real meta.
On a seperate note, I've been changing up how I do my inks, and I've been experimenting a bit with some new brushes. I haven't got it quite the way I want it yet, but in case you were wondering why things were looking a bit different the last couple weeks, that's the reason.
Okay, until next week!
I think that we can all agree that the only thing that could improve the fragile grace and poetry of Fellini's La Strada would be a couple bitchin' lightsaber duels. Maybe it could use a couple dogfights in space, but I have never been particularly fond of space battles. I've always preferred armed single-combat.
I would like to take this moment to advocate for everyone to watch more movies. I don't even particularly care what movies you watch. Just watch more, and keep an open mind with movies you may not think you will enjoy.
Also read more comics and prose.
Poetry too.
Man, the humanities are the best.
And would it kill you to go to the theater or a museum every once in a while?
Don't let me tell you what to do. Do whatever you think is right. Or do whatever you think I would think is right.