Yeesh! I need to post to this more often!! I’ve found an artist whose work I absolutely love; it’s
really influencing the way my drawing has evolved. The line is looser, and with
cinematic colors, I feel like the new direction I’m going in is the one that
best suits my art personality. Things have been going rather well. Lots of things in the
works- inDELLible is going great- I’m half way through my second story. I have
a few comic gigs lined up in the future months. I am finally getting around the
big webcomic project- scripts are written and I’ve been working on concept art.
I’ll definitely be using the new style I’m developing, and it will be in full
color. More soon!
The folks at inDELLible have published the first anthology TPB, calling it Popular Comics, Issue #1. I have a 5 page story inside written by Bill Cain called Captain Tornado. I only pencilled and inked the story, colors were by Jared Prophet and it was lettered by industry veteran Daerick Gross, Sr. Cover is by the legendary Steven Butler! It's available on Amazon.
Daerick also acted as the art director of the project. He has been great in giving advice and critique and I feel like my artwork has been evolving under his guidance.
I originally had a second story, but life intervened... however something will come of it! Stay tuned!
Carver’s head throbbed as if an entire stampede had run over
it. No more drinking. Ever. He then reached for his flask and finished off his
As he sat up with a juicy belch, he rubbed his jaw and wiped
the sleep from his eyes. The sheep called in the distance, and a few hens
clucked around his feet. At least he landed in a haystack… but he had no clue
where the haystack was. He looked around and spotted his motored bi-glider.
P.B.'s not going to be happy, but everything seemed to be
“’Bout time you woke up, Mister.” A young woman’s voice called
behind him. Carver turned around to see blonde curls framing the most watery
blue eyes he had ever seen. The rest of her weren’t bad, neither—except for the
shotgun she pointed at him.
“Look, I’m sorry, Miss…?” No response. “I’m sorry, ma’am. If
there’s any damage, I’ll pay for it.”
“Oh, you’ll pay! You’ll pay alright!” The woman screeched as
she took aim and cocked the shotgun.