There are some parts of the drawing process that feel close to rituals for me.

Cleaning out a pen for drawing borders is one I actually miss – declogging a rotring isograph’s inner workings to let the black gold flow in perfect 1.4mm width had to be done every weeks, in order to lay out panel borders.

Clip Studio paint and it’s always perfectly crisp lines have replaced it totally, which is a pity really because you feel sometimes that you miss that moment of comtemplation that is both required for drawing but not part of drawing.

Rubbing the pencils of a page out, after inking. That’s gone too, for me. Though I admit, I miss this a lot less – the danger that you top right of the page will suddenly crumple in as you work the eraser over the page was always very real. I print in blue lines and ink over them, no more rubbing. No more collected smotes of eraser rubber needing brushed off before a scan.

Actually I’m glad I don’t have to do that stuff anymore.

Cleaning down the studio after completing a book. That’s a good one, My favourite, in fact. Clear the desks, clean the drawing table (scrapping off encrusted ink that’s built up over the month you’ve been inking). Putting pages and pages of a book away in as drawer. Knowing it’s all scanned in hi res and the originals will probably never be seen again (why not just burn then? That would have a cathartic resonance, surely?)

Tearing the plastic wrap off a new clean block of A3 bristol board, tearing off its cover and marking the margins for the first time. I like that.

Anyway, M is now finished. On to the next thing (TV stuff and TANKS!)


Birthday Booty

Hey, it was my birfday the other day (it’s ok, I know you got me a card but got mixed up over the dates, it’s easy done). The only good thing about my age is I enjoy how taken aback people are when I tell them.

Wait, no, the only good thing about my age is I get a birthday haul. And here it is, you might like some of these things too.

(This bulging bag of birthday bonzas may look small, but I would note my wife took me off to the fabulous city of Derry for the night. I like Derry, I enjoy the accent and I love that they like books)


Extremity by Daniel Warren Johnson (colours by Mike Spicer) I’m hoping it’s a terrible read (though I’ve heard it isn’t) because that man is far too talented an artist to also be a good writer.

Abe Sapien book 1 – one of those massive Dark Horse tomes, I have a run of the BPRD: Plague of Frogs and this is a fine companion.

The Goddamned – I’m not sure what to make of this, rm Guerra on fine form, written by Jason Aaron, it feels very influenced by the movie Noah (or Noah was influenced by this).

There were sundry other bits (I got me a cool little R2D2, not a sphereo robot one, but a nice heavy metal one) as well as some other bits and bobs.

And that doesn’t even include my xmas haul (“Alexa, play my “oh-crap-I-have-a-deadline” playlist)

Happy another year getting older, comic book chums



I’m bringing blogposts back, back again

Happy Christmas.

Look this is my new home. Patreon was a fun experiment, but I’ll be honest, I felt like a heel asking for money (though I appreciated all those that offered). And I missed having a blog home.

So here it is.

Nothing here really until the new year starts proper, so, in the meantime, happy xmas!

Ok, this isn’t xmassy, but the colours are about right, right?