I wanted to try wordless storytelling, so I made this three-page comic. After penciling, I inked the whole thing in India Ink, including the grays, and then added digital color on top.

As an exercise, it was really useful. I got to play with panel arrangement, using color to convey emotion, and using grayscale to block out tones. It was fun.

Gotta Start Somewhere.

 This picture sums up our entire relationship.

How I Met The KGB: I'm done! I finished my first short, fully colored, digital comic, and it took less time than I thought it would.

I decided to use this particular story, because it took up a good portion of my junior high and high school experience. Kids are strange, and they make friends in odd ways. Katie and I have since moved to very different locations, but we still keep in contact.

It isn't the best comic in the world, but as a friend says, everyone's gotta start somewhere. The style progressed slightly as I got into a working groove. I see many things I'd like to adjust, but overall, I'm OK with it. All five pages are below.

How I Met The KGB: First Page Process

In preparation for a (hopeful) long-form comic, I've started writing short comics. "How I Met The KGB" is 5 pages long. It's taken me a long time to knock out the first page, as I tried working digitally this time. I still penciled it traditionally, but the rest is digital. I know it's odd, but I haven't done illustrations in Photoshop, other than college assignments, in a very long time. Not since high school, I think.

The inks. I figured I should make it look like my other work: black outlines, watercolors on the inside. It sorta kinda worked. I need more practice.

First attempt at flat colors. Before I decided on the watercolor look, I tried doing basic, flat color. It looked quite unlike me, so after a couple critiques from friends, I changed it. I also took out the tumbling instructor in the first panel. He didn't need to be there.

Figuring out how to use watercolor brushes that aren't real watercolor brushes.

The full, finished page is on my tumblr: I'm gonna knock out one a week as best as I can. Wish me luck!

I Remember, Second Pass

...and the final, I think. I like this version a lot more than the first one. There was no focal point in that one, nor anything to bring the entire image together.

I Remember, First Pass

This is a piece I'm fiddling with. It's an account given by a good friend of his memories surrounding his father's passing. I'll probably make another pass at it.

Grief is Weird.

A short, badly drawn comic about grief.


The moral of this story is that hippies on roller blades make me cry. Oh, and that sometimes, emotions creep up on you when you least expect it. But mostly the roller-blading thing.