Feeling down, depressed, useless, tired of living ect? Imagine one night while walking down a dark alley you meet an armed robber who takes the rest of your money. The gun to your head becomes ironic. The trigger is pulled granting your unspoken wish. Only it was not the end you had intended. It’s the begging of what you have become.
This was suppose to be a one page comic thumbnail exercise. After the layout I decided it needed one more page. After the second it still felt incomplete. After two days of picking, staring and scratching at it, I had to walk away as to not obsess. I have a tendency of becoming passionate (obsessive) at the silliest things.
Draw in my Merry Peebles sketch book.
Yesterday’s comic exercise. I draw sketches multiple times a day in my sketch book (current book named Merry Peebles). Head sketches, abstract concepts, ect. I grow bored of this. I since then started adding backgrounds. Still eh, When I can afford to lose myself in time, I open up and draw one panel comics like this. They never take as long as I imagine, but then again neither does life.
Not really, but I do hate the logical interpretation. It takes the mysticism out the (now) seemingly obvious.
Did this storyboard in my current sketch book I have named Merry Peebles.
This is a one page comic from my current sketch book I named “Merry Peebles” It kind a just spilled out my head. As most of the drawings in that book do. I never know if any of these things make sense at all, I hope it at least looks interesting.