jamesmith

Paul Pope, a.k.a. Captain Fucking Awesome, does Apache Kid.

Interestingly, if you type “Apache Kid” into Google, the only hit that deals with the comic character is the wikipedia entry.

Someone asked me why this is so dark. I have no idea. I spend so much time drawing figures that sometimes I just like throwing ink and paint (and, alas, photoshop) at a piece of paper and seeing what happens. So there you go. I’m thinking about doing a story like this. One assumes it will take place at night.

Also, to those people who remarked on the watercolors in that Illustration Friday picture: that’s ink. Specifically, that’s what happens when you draw some details in water-soluble ink, then hit the whole thing with a wash, then abuse it in photoshop. I like accidents, and I don’t know jack about color, so I spend a lot of time coming up with ways to introduce color without having to actually figure out how.

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain…

I just decided to put up a comic. This thing’s been with me in various forms since college. I keep re-writing it, almost always making it smaller. I shot it on video, and still couldn’t get rid of it. I made it into a comic. In fact, I was halfway through a really shitty version of page 1 before I realized I’d drawn the damn thing already. So I’m sticking it up here in hopes that this will finally excise it from my system and I can go write new stuff.

Anyway, click the Hair of the Dog link over there in the sidebar.

IzzyInCab

Panel from the comic I’m working on. I keep thinking of romance comics when I look at this. Do the words off to the side fuck it up by not being on the same plane as the couple?

Click for full-size.

illustration friday: wired

I recently worked a short graphics gig at an ad agency. They’re doing the pitch rehearsal, I’m pecking away at the laptop. And every now and then, someone’s phone goes off. My natural inclination is that answering a phone while someone is talking is rude. But of course, everybody’s answering their phone. It’s like being in the bird house at the zoo. There’s this odd, high-pitched melody, and then someone’s chattering away in the corner. While working, I get a txt msg, and while reading that, I get a call. It’s too much, it’s all really too much, and I’m the idiot who’s trying to give up coffee.

I must go. My Treo needs to be walked.