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Whackamole Dandy
13 years ago
Wow. I’ve posted here for the longest time. Almost 4 years, which translates to about 18 internet years.
If you’ve followed my stuff all this time then you know for a fact I go through cycles and have a lot of up and down swings. I’m sure a shrink would have a field day with my head. I know I do. I’ve had work published professionally both in comics and illustration. I’ve contributed to dozens of underground rags over the years. I’ve published a ton of my own books and webcomics. At this stage I can safely say that I am a lifer in the underground. If I ever had a dream of “making it big” then I let that dream pass away many years ago.
Which is ok. This isn’t a melodramatic pining away for some lost, faded glory. I’m just exploring some thoughts out loud. Since I’ve frequently posted dirty-as-fuck comics here I figure a little internal monologue isn’t going to shock anyone.
So I gotta say that one thing I’ve learned over these years is that the pleasure of art is in doing it. Not having done it. But the goal, for me, is always to have it done. I want to hold that finished book in my hands. But it is the act of doing it that is where the blood really flows.
Before I slip into a stream-of-consciousness diatribe I’ll nip it in the bud.
It’s fucking 4:53 AM. What the hell am I doing up?
Stuff on the drawing board:
Hoofnar the Barbullian!
If you’ve followed my stuff all this time then you know for a fact I go through cycles and have a lot of up and down swings. I’m sure a shrink would have a field day with my head. I know I do. I’ve had work published professionally both in comics and illustration. I’ve contributed to dozens of underground rags over the years. I’ve published a ton of my own books and webcomics. At this stage I can safely say that I am a lifer in the underground. If I ever had a dream of “making it big” then I let that dream pass away many years ago.
Which is ok. This isn’t a melodramatic pining away for some lost, faded glory. I’m just exploring some thoughts out loud. Since I’ve frequently posted dirty-as-fuck comics here I figure a little internal monologue isn’t going to shock anyone.
So I gotta say that one thing I’ve learned over these years is that the pleasure of art is in doing it. Not having done it. But the goal, for me, is always to have it done. I want to hold that finished book in my hands. But it is the act of doing it that is where the blood really flows.
Before I slip into a stream-of-consciousness diatribe I’ll nip it in the bud.
It’s fucking 4:53 AM. What the hell am I doing up?
Stuff on the drawing board:
Hoofnar the Barbullian!
Can only stay up that late with the aid of wine. <.<
I wasn't up late, I was up EARLY. That means I'm old.