Skook WiP #105

Happy Last Days of 2022!

I used to spend the first few weeks of each year forgetting that the year had changed. I’d write the previous year in all the places I should be writing the current year. For a minute I was going to congratulate myself on training myself to remember the change better. Then I looked at the corner of my screen. There is today’s date. If I looked at my phone it would show me today’s date. Drat. I haven’t gotten better at the remembering that the year has changed, computers just tell me, repeatedly, what day it is.

These Days

I have gotten very little drawing done in the last week. I mucked up my fingertips last Friday pealing ice off my car. “Freezing rain” had been predicted for Friday. Never having experienced freezing rain I didn’t know what to expect. What we got was ice on everything. Our driveway was a sheet of ice. The lawn was a sheet of ice. Our car was shrinkwrapped in ice. I always park the car on the side of the street when I know we’ll have cold weather. I’d intended to go to work. Getting into the car was pretty easy. The doors weren’t so frozen that I couldn’t open them. But the ice on the car, and especially on the windows, was determined to stay in play. I spent 45 minutes running the engine and the defrost, alternately sitting in the car and getting out to pull off sheets of ice. While I was doing it I was having fun. It was a new experience and I do enjoy unwrapping things.

The road by our house seemed drivable. I made it two blocks, almost to the main intersection before I decided that going farther was a bad idea. Someone’s car was stuck at the intersection. A woman had tried to make it somewhere, realized that it was a bad idea and parked in the road with her hazard lights on. I parked on the side of the road, under a tree where the ice hadn’t collected. After checking to make sure the woman was okay (she was waiting on her husband to come help) I walked back home. Very carefully. I had slip on cleats over my boots but those aren’t meant for walking on thick hard ice. I walked most of the way in the road. No cars were on it so it was safer than the sidewalks and lawns.

I didn’t try to walk down our drive. I sat down and slid. I got a cold wet butt. Better that than bruises or worse from falling. Warmer rain was predicted for the afternoon. I thought I might be able to go to work later. Rain did come, but not until dark and by then I’d changed out of my uniform and settled in.

Out in the cold my fingers had gotten numb. I was wearing fingerless gloves so my palms were comfortable. It was only as my fingers warmed up that I realized how raw the tips had gotten from picking at and pulling off the ice on the car. A lot of regular actions became painful. Buttoning my shirts. Opening pill bottles. Unwrapping bandaids. Anything that involved using the tips of my fingers in a sustained effort was painful. I could type. The contact between fingertip and key was brief enough that the pain was minimal. Holding a pencil, pen or brush – nope.

So I’ve spent time thinking, getting ahead on newsletters and planning for next year. And, oh, right, having Christmas (the day itself and the day after, a federal holiday) to eat and celebrate and hang out with friends, family and Sarah.

I did deliver mail on Christmas Eve. In pouring rain. Safer than ice but … yuck. Only about a third of our stations carriers made it in so a lot of routes didn’t get delivered. We focused on getting parcels out and it looked like most of those that had been sorted actually made it to their destinations. There were still palettes of parcels that needed to be distributed. Some of that got handled by folks on the Overtime Desired List on the 26th. The rest of it was waiting for us when most of us came back on the 27th.

I worked 15 hours on the 27th.

I worked 13.5 hours on the 28th.

I had the day off on the 29th. I spent that running errands and making lasagna.

Today? I have no idea how long I will work today. I’m guessing it will be more than 8 hours.

Mugshots

For the last mug design of 2022 I visited with the Misspent Youths gang. I always have fun hanging with them. I did the main illustration so it fit on a mug. I added the logo for t-shirts and other products that allow for more design space.

Mugs can be found in my Zazzle store.

This design is on a variety of schtuff in my Redbubble store.

Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. Sunday will be the first day of 2023. This is my last newsletter of 2022. Next year I’m changing the title and adjusting the format. I’ll get into the reasons why and what to expect in the first issue.

I hope that your year is ending on good notes. May next year be bright and warm!

See you in seven!

Skook WIP #10

Well hello! It’s a delight to see you again! The constant insanity of the modern civilization doesn’t seem to be infecting you at all!

Me? I’m okay. There are been some bumps in the road but whether those bumps are problems or high points is something I’m still figuring out. I’ll talk about those next week when they are more sorted out. This week, let’s just talk about some art. We’ll start, as usual, with some greeting card conversions, before (scans of ink, colored pencil and marker drawings) and after (digitally cleaned up and edited) versions. (The final designs are available in my Zazzle shop.)

Carving Your Face

In America, Halloween is the season for giving faces to oversized, hollowed out squashes. This is, apparently, an evolution of an old European traditon of carving faces into hollowed out turnips. A long series of films to the contrary, it is not a season for killing teenagers. Killing teenagers is frowned upon by all right thinking people. If you’ve been thinking about killing teenagers, please consider carving pumpkins instead.

Admittedly, killing teenagers will give you more cardiovascular exercise. However, most teenagers are actually more entertaining when they are alive than otherwise. Pumpkins are much more entertaining as objects to carve than teenagers. Plus, you can roast the seeds for a tasty snack!

There are No Weak Kittens

One day Sarah, my fabulous wife, described herself as feeling “weak as a kitten”. That comment inspired this card design. She has the original.

That original was done on a sheet of 8.5×11 folded in thirds. For the version that’s in my shop I had a lot of fun moving and reorienting the elements to fit a standard 5×7 greeting card design. Climb those curtains baby!

A Bit of a Breeze

There you are, walking with your umbrella, staring at your feet, thinking out what you’re going to have for lunch, trying to keep dry and suddenly …

The wind gives you a new perspective!

The world is suddenly a much bigger place. So many colors! So many birds! So much moss on people’s roofs!

Love Is …

Time is short. Spend as much of it on the things that bring you joy in the company of those you love.

A little peace and some cuddling makes the chaos of the rest of the day so much more bearable.

Hail to the King!

Photoshop is a massive program and my knowledge of it is actually pretty minimal. I know how to do a few things fairly well but the program can do so much more than I use it for. Lately I’ve been practicing making gifs of my illustration processes. I save my work in layers so making gifs is fairly easy. This process gif is of one of my King in Yellow portraits.

Influences – Chuck Jones

Chuck Jones is the one of the first film directors I remember identifying. I didn’t really know what he did, I just knew I liked his cartoons more than most of the other cartoons I saw on television. The short cartoons were funny. The smart characters outwitted the buffoons. The drawings were attractive.
As an adult I can identify why I liked Jones’ work more than other cartoon short directors. His character designs are a mix of angles and long curves. His heroes were the smart guys. They succeeded by being more clever than their adversaries. When the clever ones crashed it was usually from failing to think out the ramifications of their latest plan. (Hello Wile E. Coyote!)

I saw most of his work on television. There was the regular Bugs Bunny show on Saturday morning and during the week there were blocks of cartoons that played on a local station in the afternoons. There was The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. Horton Hears a Who. Rikki-Tikki-Tavi. He drew a comic strip that ran in our local paper for awhile. I loved the art but it didn’t really stand out from the other strips. Jones was a master at motion and timing in film. His strip looked good but didn’t have the space to play to his strengths.


My Moe and Detritus/Misspent Youths comics owe a lot to Jones. The heroes (mostly) succeeded by being smarter than the bad guys, by being (mostly) calm in the face of chaos. Hell, I owe a lot of my personality to Jones. I got bullied and picked on as a kid. He gave me examples of characters who faced bullies and survived (and thrived) by being more rational and much weirder than their foes.

Model Sheeting the Super-Wizard

Last week I posted concept sketches and a model sheet process gif of the Heap. This week I’m posting concept sketches and a process gif of Stardust the Super-Wizard. (Superwizard? Super Wizard?)

The first thing I realized as I started sketching Stardust is that, in the original comics, his expressions were pretty much the same from panel to panel. They ran the gamut from stern to slightly more stern. I spent all of two seconds considering making my version of Stardust just as stoic and blank faced as the original before deciding, “Nah. That’s no fun!”


The original Stardust seems to be a giant – taller than regular humans. I made him about ten feet tall, lanky and stretched out. He’s a space wizard. Maybe he grew up in zero gravity. Maybe he grew up on a planet with lighter gravity than Earth. Maybe his practice of superscience has transformed his body. I’ll figure it out later.

Expressions!

I updated Stardust’s outfit slightly, more for the fun of it than because there was anything wrong with the original. I don’t question the fashion choices of technosorcerors.

That guy in brown standing behind Stardust? His name is Bill. He’ll be in most of the model sheets for size comparison. He claims he’s 5’10” but, you know guys, he may be exaggerating somewhat. He is on the taller side of average. The average height for men in the USA is 5’9″. Since I’m an American that’s the height I’m conditioned to think of when I have to think “taller than” or “shorter than” average when designing characters.

What do I plan to do with Stardust? When I know I’ll tell you!

These Days …

“Bad art is forever.”

I have a friend who likes to quote that when talking about why he noodles on all his projects and has abandoned many altogether. I get that. I want to be proud of the work I produce. I want it to be the best it can be. I’m also plagued with more ideas and images and thoughts than I will ever get down on paper. I plan the work. I do the work. I fix glaring mistakes. I resist noodling. I put it out in the world and leave it to the world to judge whether it is good or bad.

I will always see the faults in my work. Most creative folks can tell you everything that sucks about their work before they can point out what’s good. But art, good and bad, exists in interaction between the work and the audience. Once I put art into the world it’s no longer completely mine. I retain the copyright and the trademark but the interpretation? The judgment of goodness, badness, coolness, greatness? That belongs to the audience. And that’s great! Not because the creator is a bad judge of their own work (although they often are, both rightly and wrongly) but because humans are social animals and art is part of the conversation we have with each other.

I got an email recently about Misspent Youths, a comic book series I created back in 1991.

Hi, there! I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been a fan of Misspent Youths for a while now–since they came out, actually, when I was a disgruntled and disaffected teenager working in a comic shop. The shop I worked at brought them in and I snatched them off the shelf eagerly whenever they arrived, but for whatever reason (it might have involved the store eventually going under; it’s kind of hard to remember) I never got to read Issue #5. Flash forward three decades and my original copies have long since vanished into the aether and I’m in lockdown halfway across the continent from my hometown. Regardless, I got a hankering to read Misspent Youths again and found a set on eBay for a reasonable amount, so I ponied up my money and waited. Well, they arrived today and I couldn’t be more pleased. I’ve read the first issue again so far and it’s just as great as I’d remembered it (and captured much of the flavour from my hometown’s punk scene in the ’90s (minus the Pile and the cop homicide (though we sometimes wished it were otherwise)). Interesting characters, fun dialogue, compelling story–just great  all around. In any case, I just wanted to shoot you a quick line to let you know that those comics you put out all that time ago imprinted on and have stuck with someone since they came out, and I’m thrilled to finally be able to read the entire series through for the first time. Thank you very much for the quality read.

I thanked the author, Chris Eng, for writing, saying –

Your email made my day. I’m delighted that, thirty years later, someone would track down issues of Misspent Youths. I hope issue five was a good read!

He replied:
Issue five was, weirdly, really touching. I mean, it did bring back the shitty kitchen job I had in my teens (where I put up with the first of many exploitative managers but thankfully not a hostage situation), but the issue in general was a nice coda on the (too) brief tales of Detritus and Moe (and all of the other assorted and endearing members of the cast of characters). The series in general summed up my time in my hometown’s punk scene: all of us living as best as we could and looking out for each other while scraping bottom. Good times all round. (Also, can I just say that I would have loved to have seen Detritus and Moe in Bugtown? That would have been a hell of a story. I’m imagining the bizarre and intense meeting between Detritus and Hiroshima. Or the Pile jamming with the Bulldaggers.)

His letter did more than make my day, it made my week. I loved doing Misspent Youths. I loved the characters. Doing that book was fun and exhausting and satisfying and … unprofitable. The publisher didn’t make any money. I certainly didn’t make any money. I did draw 160 pages of comics in about a year while working a part-time job. Brave New Words (the publishing company – they also put out the first four issues of Oz Squad) put out more issues of Misspent Youths than any other series they printed. Cancelling the series was a mutual decision – the guy behind Brave New Words was reassessing his business plan and I wanted a break to improve my art skills. I’d planned to pick the series up again, to publish it myself.

Other things happened instead. My drawing skills did improve. I drew the Misspent Youths characters in some calendars that got printed at Kinkos and sold to friends. I got married. I moved from Santa Rosa, California to Seattle, Washington. My wife and I tried running a publishing company and put out few anthology magazines. I worked in a couple bookstores and as an office manager and now as mail carrier. In the thirty years since Misspent Youths I’ve illustrated/collaborated on a lot of projects (comics, RPGs, novels) that haven’t gotten finished. I’ve enjoyed that work. I got paid for most of it. I’ve improved my skills in the process. But I’ll never get any fan letters complimenting or complaining to me about that work. It sits, unfinished, in my files.

Bad art in the world is more fun than great art in a drawer. I’m not saying that Misspent Youths was bad. Not at all. I put my heart and soul into it. It was the best work I could do at the time. And it’s out in the world. Copies can be found on ebay and on comics specialty sites. If the internet crashed all the art on my websites would be unavailable but someone could still read an issue of Misspent Youths.

I’m a different person than I was when I did that book. The characters still keep me company but they’re older and wiser and (mostly) more settled. They wave to me from the back of my imagination. I love the idea of drawing comics but, so far, working as a mail carrier doesn’t leave me the time and mental energy necessary to do an ongoing series. Drawing is relatively easy. Writing takes more concentration than it used to.

So what’s my point?

Number One –
A big thank you to Chris Eng for writing! Chris has finished some projects of his own. He has a couple of novels available through Amazon: Molotov Hearts and ZeroWave. He didn’t ask me to include those links.

Number Two –
That project you’re working on? Finish it. Put it out into the world. Art is ephemeral. Do the best you can and let it go. What was brilliant once is often considered terrible by a new audience. What was obscure and forgotten originally can find new fans. But it needs to be available.

Yes, I’m talking to myself as much as to y’all.

Back to work. See you next week!

The Pile 1993

The Pile 1993
For a third character for the Savage Dragon contest I went back to a creature I’d already spent a couple of years drawing: The Pile from Misspent Youths. For anyone who has never read Misspent Youths or The Highly Unlikely Adventures of Moe and Detritus, the Pile is, well, a pile of garbage, body parts, sewage, hazardous waste and gods know what else that came to life one evening. Moe and Detritus introduced it to beer and it hung out and with them after that.

Michaelangelo Void

Michaelangelo VoidAnother piece from my 1993 portfolio. The character is Michaelango Void. He’s a John Constantine style magician – a bit of bastard, in other words. I did plan out a series of stories for him, back in the day, but, like most of the stories I’ve thought of, I didn’t get anywhere with them. I’d mostly forgotten about him until started looking through the portfolio.