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| JOHN, ink on paper |
1998.
Tronco Advertising days.
Doodles and sketches were legal during office hours.
Good material and supplies were within reach.
Good ole boarding house days.
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| EAT/SLEEP, ink on paper |
My room mate John was sleeping. In this pre-digicam/ SLR era, all you need is paper and a pencil.
Our communal area was the bed of our friend Darryl. His bed was slept on, converted into a dining table, a pantry, a work area, and a drying area for Leonardo's silk screened shirts.
Poor bed. Poorer Darryl.
Talks of a collective group show among the staff were always in circulation.
It remained in circulation, and to this day, remains as simply talk.
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| Thor, ink on paper |
Years of reading and rereading old comic books was primarily driven by my love for comics illustration. Names such as Jack Kirby , John Buscema, Frank Frazetta, Walt Simonson, Joe Rubenstein, Michael Golden and more were always in my psyche. I would dream of the day, that I would be one of the guys behind the heroes.
Kids grow up though and find out that you can't exactly fall from a skyscraper maneuver your body, land on your feet nary a broken bone. Or stop a charging truck with your bare knuckles. Or that you will be engulfed in a plasma with raging strength every time you grit your teeth. It just doesn't happen that way.
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| Wolverine, ink on paper |
I also learned that a landing a career in comics illustration was in some way, akin to the aforementioned feats. It wasn't just about drawing figures, or stills - but was mainly about creating a flow through panels, breathing life to a script.
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| Iron Fist, ink on paper |
Fortunately, I outgrew the fantasies of having to sleep on drawing boards, attending comicons and make my living off from strips, because I know that I don't have the skills needed for the job.
I am happiest given a little time, pen and paper ; channeling the days of unfaltering heroism and
invulnerability, drawing power from the mjolnir, adamantium, or the ch'i.
