Friday, June 17, 2016
True story, I used to wear Hawaiian shirts almost exclusively.
It was during the "Foundations" year of my art school days. The first year, in which each student was on a level playing field, and we all had to take the same classes. These classes were meant to introduce us to the various disciplines in which our art career could take; sculpture, photography, illustration, fine art, etc. It was meant to be a tool to help us choose a major and ultimately seal our fates.
Each of my fellow freshmen came to the art institute as the top artist in their graduating classes in our high schools, or at least they were considered to be "The Artist" among their peers. They differentiated themselves further by dressing the part, in what seemed to be the unofficial "uniform" of the art student: black shirt, black pants, boots, black nail polish, multiple piercings, tattoos, hair coloring, pasty white skin, sullen expression. At their schools, they stuck out and were considered "different".
Problem is, when they arrived at art school, they all looked the same. It was the great equalizer. No one stuck out. Not one.
I didn't want to be the "Death, skulls, blood, anger" type of artists that they all wanted to be. I wanted to draw cartoons and concentrate on humorous illustration. I had no desire to fit in. I wanted to stand out. So among all the sullen, black-clad mopes, I decided to be the antithesis. What could be more opposite all black, but a Hawaiian shirt?
So I started to collect them and wore them every day to school. I had all different types and colors. And stand out I did.
Needless to say, everyone hated me; and the feeling was mutual.
Monday, May 16, 2016
Monday, April 18, 2016
Second, the Brood is now complete! Today commemorates the birth of Oliver. In real life, he had a rocky start, but since this is a humorous comic, I won't be addressing it here (I'm saving all of that for the book).
So here's to the next 100 strips. Thanks for sticking with me so far. Tell all of your friends to follow me on Facebook, Instagram, and GoComics. Keep chiming in with your stories and anecdotes, I love reading them! Take care.
Friday, April 8, 2016
Monday, April 4, 2016
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Monday, March 14, 2016
Monday, March 7, 2016
At the tail end of my first marriage, when everything was winding down and the end was imminent, the kids went with their mom on vacation, and for the first time, I was home alone for the longest time I had ever been alone. It dawned on me that was what life was going to be like when I became single and the kids aren't around. I can do anything I wanted. ANYTHING I wanted. So I turned on the T.V. and thought about what crazy, violent debauchery I could find to watch. After a few minutes of searching, I gave up and ended up getting out my DVDs and had a PIXAR marathon. In the end, I probably had more fun that way.