Postcard created in Photoshop and printed on cardstock.
The poor guy. Running late, needs his gloves and fan, and a girl suddenly blows up in his house!
Across the nation on a 4×6 piece of cardstock.
Postcard created in Photoshop and printed on cardstock.
The poor guy. Running late, needs his gloves and fan, and a girl suddenly blows up in his house!
Postcard created in Photoshop and printed on cardstock.
She made some tarts.
The first in a series of postcards made for some theatrical friends, based on the characters in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There, by Lewis Carroll. I looked at illustrations by Sir John Tenniel and Victorian photographs for inspiration (and you may find my reference to my Alice here). Callooh! Callay!
Pencil crayon with pen outlines on card stock.
Pencil crayon with pen outlines on card stock. My wrist is killing me.
The postcards I do are more like sketches rather than refined, detailed work. With the exception of this one, they were all done as pleasant little past-time activities, purely for fun, with no greater project in mind. This FTTNW series is special, because while working on it the story behind it started nagging me. Everything I draw has a story behind it. Some are quiet and some yell at me. This one was bitching and screaming and demanded to be Told. Hopefully FTTNW will be seen, one day (soon), as a completed drawn story. Right now, its these 3 postcards (the third one will come next week), a few character pages, thumbnails and written points.
It shall be Told.
Pencil crayon with pen outlines on card stock. This series of postcards later inspired me to do a small collection of drawn stories. I will be posting related postcards and pages in the future.
So just where are these comics? Where is the good art? Where is the design? The costumes?When can we expect a well designed site and a filled portfolio and not just some strange alphabet thingamajig ?!
Hey, I’m working on all that, really! But (A) Wrist. (B) Work. The work takes up most of my time, and the wrist provides a smooth steady supply of pain. These two things are wrapping up soon (well, I’m on a waiting list for my wrist and the operation is in 6-9 months, that’s soonish, right?). Good things come to those to wait. I have time. You most certainly have time. We’re all young (at heart).
(And happy birthday Mr. Muffins)