I’m working on a very short comic with a talented writer (Adam Witt). This is the opening page. The colours and tones maybe aren’t what’ll be in the final draft - I just wanted to have a play around with this first set of values and see what I could come up with. Ended up with this weird mix of sun-bleached silver age colours and manga-esque tones and gradients. I wanted to go for a found/unearthed look, so, in some ways I feel that fits the bill.
Since it’s a real short form thing, it should be finished very soon.
Ladies and gentlemen, Pablo Clark rips the roof off the place.
We’ve been internet acquaintances for a while now, and I’ve admired his art since we met. I jumped at the chance to collaborate with him, when it came up.
We’re into a lot of the same comics, and we agreed that we wanted to do a little Paul Pope / Brandon Graham / James Stokoe riff.
Collaborating with him, however briefly, has been a tremendous experience so far — and just look at that (and the rest of his blog)! How could it not be?
It looks absolutely nothing like I expected, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.
This little ditty will be called GUTTR. There may be more, if you’re loud enough about it.
There are about a million ideologies and influences behind punk. Much of it finds root in the do-it-yourself, be-your-own-person school-of-thought. Things aren’t how we want them to be, and we can’…
I read DEADLY CLASS by Rick Remender and Wes Craig, and I had some things to say about it.
I hate resolutions. I feel weird external pressure, and the pressure I put on myself, and it all turns into a thing that’s just unpleasant and sweaty and guilty.
Goals, I can get behind. 2013 was a crazy, goal-free year that turned out pretty great. I feel like 2014 needs a slap in the back of the head to keep it on track. Maybe this will serve as that slap in the back of the head.
These are in no particular order because that would be crazy.
I illegally downloaded my copy of Young Team. The track was mislabeled as Like Heron. I was listening to a ton of Gil Scott-Heron at the time. I Tweeted something that basically amounted to: “The world will be a much more boring place when Gil Scott-Heron dies.” Five minutes later, the news that he was dead went public.
A week or two after that, my friends and I went walking through a wildlife preserve, walking for entirely too long, getting entirely too lost. As the sun started to go down, a blue heron flew over us. Between the wingspan and the noise it made, we were all convinced that it was a pterodactyl or an alien and that we’d soon be shoveling shit out of our pants.
Anyway, when I see the name Like Herod, I think of Like Heron. I think of accidentally killing legendary musicians, and almost shitting my pants.
At that point, though, I hadn’t even heard the song yet.
What It Means When A Professional Comics Retailer Tears Up A Copy Of A Book Outside His Store And How It Demeans An Entire Art Form
So, there’s this whole controversy about a guy who runs a comic shop in Los Angeles tearing up copies of a comic outside his store. The comic in question is Pretty Deadly #1, and it’s more deserving of your attention than this blog post or the actions of the retailer, who, apparently, doesn’t like making money as much as he likes unnecessary attention-grabbing nonsense. So, check it out. You won’t read a comic like it this year.
To the original point, though: as a guy who has worked at comic shops, bookstores, and libraries, the self-absorbed nature of this kind of thing makes me furious. Let me tell you why.
Mutant bees, blood, gratuitous cheesecake, and cat sex. If this weren’t served up in the first five pages, the book wouldn’t have a right to call itself Grindhouse. It does.
Dark Horse put out the lovely GRINDHOUSE: DOORS OPEN AT MIDNIGHT #1, and I had some things to say about it, over at Nerdspan.