Wander.

A little sneaky peak. I'm working on a comic, called Wander. It all came about from the seven page story I did for the Indie Spinner Rack anthology. I really liked the character, the style of the story and I was a little inspired as to where I could go with it. So I came up with a longer story...and another, and another, and before long I had a five issue arc planned, leading onto further issues. How much of this will actually get done I don't know, I'm very good at not getting things done, but I'm feeling all determined at the moment. I'm just about to start pencilling the 6th page of the first issue (I'll probably get it published by Comixpress) so thought I'd share a lickle panel from the first page. More stuff soon.

Biro Batman

I drew this over the course of today, it's Batman.
More posts later...perhaps.

Bank Holiday Bumper Blog

Hello.
Well, I had a jolly good weekend, and a did a few sketches with my improvised brush pen, more of those below. Firstly I made a boo boo.
I missed Free Comic Book Day, and I'll tell you why that's irritating, I had a strip appearing in Eats!, a comic put together by J Chris Campbell and Wide Awake Press (cheers J Chris.) I was really pleased to be asked and came up with a two page Crosstopus strip. I'll post the pages at a later date (when I've scanned them in).
SO, this weekend.
Firstly Kerry and I spent a splendid afternoon in Bosham on Saturday. A tiny village on the coast about forty minutes away. It has a quayside which floods at high tide and it's own fudge shop and craft centre. Fudge is important. Also a beatiful church, a pub and a village green overlooking the river. You can't beat it. Here's the picures from that day.

A boathouse

Some people, and a rather good drawing of a boat.

Sunday was a family picnic, and as usual it was freezing cold, but the location was, again, fantastic. Parham Park is a beautiful house in the Sussex countryside, with extensive grounds and Deer...apparently, I didn't see any. I did see some ducks. Here's the drawings.

A Tree

Another tree.


Statues and stuff.

A decorative pool, I'm pleased with this.

Well, there we go. See you soon.

UT!

Flaming Carrot. What can I say.
Flaming Carrot Comics introduced to a world of comics that weren't Marvel and DC or 2000AD, and what an introduction. He makes no sense, his costumes weird, he has no powers and most of all he's deranged. Brilliant. Bob Burden is a genius pure and simple, telling stories that managed to be surrealist, but somehow (and this is going to sound weird) very real at times..despite Giant sentient chicken wings, aliens, Nazi Hitler boots and god knows what else. I love Flaming Carrot, I suggest you all go and look for back issues. UT!

Spoom!

Hmmm, I don't know, this is the sound I imagine a man would make if his innards did what is pictured here. SPOOM!

Bumble Bee and Fly with a Razor Blade

Ok, again there's a story, I wolke up last night from a curious dream. Along with magic, work colleagues riding elephants, giant robots and monsters there was a strange moment when I was assembling a team to combat the evil. I don't know what evil, or why I was fighting it, but I needed a team to help me. My team consisted of a dog (not shown) a bee, and a fly with a razor blade taped to it. I can sort of understand the dog, and the fly with a razor blade taped to it kind of makes sense (actually, no, no it doesn't). But a bee, a BEE. It's not even a swarm of bees, it's one bee. Bees die when they sting things, rubbish. It definetly wasn't a wasp, it was all sort of fat and beelike. A bee. I'm not sure how succesful my crack assassin animal team would be.
A bee.

Take a look, overhead.

Well, here's a picture of Spideman.
I thought it would be nice to do a few drawings featuring characters that mean a lot to me or have some relevance to my life. That sounds a little pretentious, and as I do more it'll just drift towards how they shaped my comic reading tastes and various other things. I probably won't just keep it to comics...I don't know.
Anyway, Spiderman.
From an early age I wanted to be Spiderman. I mean really. I distinctly remember waking up some mornings and pressing my hand to the wall to see if it would stick. It never did.
I don't think that really detered me though, I remember asking my Nan to make me a mask, not a Spiderman one, I thinkI'd reached an age where I knew I couldn't be Spidey but I still wanted to be a Superhero. My plan was that I would put on the mask (it was black and looked not disimilar to an executioners mask) and go round and help people. Obviously I couldn't leap from roof top to roof top sniffing out danger, so I was going to go from door to door and ask. I think I was going to call myself The Jaguar or something. I never did it though, and good job to. Imagine opening the door to a small boy in an executioners mask asking if if he could do anything for you. A sort of Militant Cub Scout.
I'm still not sure as to why Spidey had such an effect on me, still does in fact. I have a lovely photo of me posing with him at Marvel Islands in Florida (yes, yes, I know it's not him), but there's something about the costume, and the powers that are so unique and so strange, and that a normal person could be like that, really appeal to me.
Now excuse me, a little old lady needs some sweeping done and my mask is still damp from the washing machine...

Previous Pictures

I just thought I'd better stick up the pictures that were last on the previous blog.

Here there are in no particular order...enjoy...
I'm a bit upset I lost all the text on the first picture, but there we go.