Raph is an early nineties thrasher and he is soaking up the rays.
From my sketchbook.
Peter & Jerry, respectively.
"And now you know all about what happened at the zoo. And now you know what you’ll see on your TV."
I don’t get bored of fairy tale witches.
From my sketchbook. Are sketchbook posts cop-outs?
Maybe, I don’t know.
Either way, more to come.
Got home, carved a pumpkin, back to drawing.
Haven’t posted anything in a while. In a bit of a rut and trying to work out of it by keeping lose and being optimistic.
Here’s a drawing of a bad omen.
I contributed to a horror anthology by Vertigo. It’s called The Witching Hour. The author’s copies came in, so the book will be in shops soon.
It’s autumn time. You need this book to be happy.
If the chance presented itself I would do a Batman short story about how Bruce Wayne is an underwear clad lunatic in an alley calling people Joker and smacking them with poop. This is an idea of what that might be like from my sketch book.
Here’s hoping DC sees this and hires me for the next volume of Batman: Black and White.
I did a one page version of this four years ago and decided to redo it as a two page. This was an experiment to gauge my personal progress as well as to fix the pacing, because the original felt crowded.
I felt this rock-thrower’s impotent rage all throughout my childhood. Now that I’m an adult I can insult people with the best of ‘em. Now that’s progress.