It'll be good to meet new people in Portland. Issue 6 will debut Friday at RCCC, so I hope to see many comic folks there.
The last couple of weeks have been busy as I prepare for RCCC, CXC, and St.Louis Press Expo. I'm excited to announce that I'll be distributed though Emerald Comics Distribution. It's exciting to see indie distribution taking off, and I hope to reach more hands. Here is a sneak peak of issue 6.
Glad I could fit 666 onto the splash. Maybe a goat sacrifice is in Infinite Wheatpaste future?
Eye popping fun.
I finished inking issue 4 around the end of August. It is available in my shop and limited stores. If you want it at your local shop, retailers really do listen. I am so grateful that people have asked for my comic.
It has been so good to have space in my schedule to draw another project. I hope to release my all ages comic in September. Colors courtesy of my spouse who has been a huge support.
If I draw another orgy, I'll try to draw thirteen people with their shoes and socks off for good measure.
I received another question about the horse bus driver in issue one. As always, thank you for reading and thank you for your questions. One of my favorite manga artists is Jiro Matsumoto. I think his best works are Tropical Citron and Revolutionist in the Afternoon. They are gritty, weird, foul, and plain disturbing.
I read most of them in a big chunk in the winter of 2009 while doing my work study in 10 hour shifts during the winter break. I'd go for days or hours without seeing a soul in that building. It is certainly a strange circumstance to connect with such nihilistic work.
The horse taxi driver shows up across decades and countries in Matsumoto's work. He is one of very few anthropomorphs in the works. He seems to show up as times where fate must intervene and steer the course of events in a different, sometimes calamitous direction.
I personally wanted to make an homage to Matsumoto. The bus ride is a central part of Jeff's fate. Therefore, it seems fitting that the horse driver should be a part of that moment.
Before I started making a body of work I thought "write what you know" was more literal. I think "repurpose what you know" is more accurate to me. Balancing your pool of experiences with respect for the privacy of others has been an interesting process. This scene was necessary in that his story becomes a part of Soe's story. Issue 3 is out in my square store and will be in stores soon.
I did my own little nod to hidden fortress. This will be in color in issue 4. It needs more cleaning up too. I also kept shouting how the trees needed "MORE STOKOE!" I first found James Stokoe in 2007 on deviant art. If anyone influenced my teenaged textures, it was him. I found my own tool kit, but the confidence in his lines and compositions, no matter how strange they were drew me in.
I remember him posting about "Wonton Soup" when he was drawing it. I savored every posting but grieved because it was too good for comics. My background had been my big brother's mulleted Superman, depressing legacy virus stuff, and Liefeld feet. I had little to no hope for comics. Stokoe was far too good I decided to "make it" in comics.
I left the country, so I continued to look at his posts until it broke my heart too much to think about the comic I'd never read. Then, I met my future spouse in 2009. By this point, I had most of Neil's Sandman, but had very little love for most of the artists. I just love Neil. As my flirtations began with my spouse, he indicated that he saw a lot of Stokoe in my textures. Hmm...I did not remember James' name. I was familiar with his deviant handle. Then, the elusive book of my teenage years (the Gideon's Bible to my Scrooge) came to me. WONTON. SOUP. Hope! Joy! What a raw, strange comic! I proudly pulled up my first, fateful "favoriting" of Stoke in 2007. Then Image printed "King City." My spouse baited me with "You know Brandon Graham is Stokoe's friend." The rest is history, I guess. So, when in doubt, maybe your trees need more Stokoe.
Footnote: With my beloved Hchom ending I'd like to repeat the fateful words to me in 2010 "Your know she's Graham's friend." Go read it while it's up. You really should.
I think of bonus drawings as the great advantage of being independent right now. The above is an extra in issue 3. I currently have zero ad space and use every surface of Infinite Wheatpaste to share drawings I find fun.
So, having Leila de Luca email me was way too exciting, but I think I really went overboard with my reply. It's about the only thing I've colored lately.
I keep thinking about the unique way comics break the rules of time and space by intertwining them. Every time I do something playful, I think I'm just scratching the surface. I hope I do things that can challenge readers. I think that only works if the reader gives a little trust.
I've been editing and screentoning since last week. I like how abstract and strange the streetlamp is on this page. Here, exists my first post ever on the internet with cursing. I have two favored vices, caffeine and cursing, but here is my first uncensored page.
So, my brother had all the foil, varients, holography, and six packs the nineties had to offer. He had some mullets in his comics too, but all those things were hard to avoid. I had the great fortune to find American Gods when I was in middle school, then Sandman. I can't resist putting the King of Dreams in here. Neil Gaiman brought me back to the fold.
Yeti-men and fur women are a pretty common site up here between November and March. If anything, I just left out the flannel.
I imagine we've all been there. I get the distinct feeling I'm there all too often. Thanks for checking out the site. "Sonder" issue one.
Well, I have been working on the next issues while is clean up my scans of issue 1. Enjoy the final inks/screen tones in a section of issue 1. You can see the pencils further down.
While inking issue 1, I have been listening to iFanboy, 11 O'Clock Comics, Fat man on Batman, etc. I'm always thinking/talking comics. I don't mean to be meta when I have comics in comics. I've related to a lot of people in my life through them. How could I make a story of two people without them?