So this week I've set myself up with a task. I need to get some sequential art done - a narrative that I can try and convey some meaning or message. I doubt the message I'm attempting to get across will be perceived as being profound or thought provoking but I just really need to get something cranked out; mainly cause my pro-status for Comicon will be up by this next year and in-order to keep it I have to have something published. It's doubtful right now that I'll even attend next year cause I'd really rather save up to go to
A.P.E. instead. I haven't been to San Fran in years.. I don't think since back in '95 or some shit, not to mention it's a convention for self publishers and indie folks. There you're not competing with the big league-hitters like Marvel or Dark Horse; people that go to A.P.E. aren't looking for that their looking for the small press stuff. As of right now though I haven't got hardly a penny to my name - I'm basically working for food and soda which isn't getting me very far @ all. I'm thinking that I should just start working for cigarettes since most of my money goes towards those anyways and it's killing my bank account.
The story I'm working on right now is something I've had in my notebook for the last 4 years. When I originally thought of it I was starting my decline in production and spiral into the depressive funk that ruled my life for 4-years. I've recently gone back through some of my old sketch/note books and discovered alot of good ideas I once had that never fully manifested - rather than let all that stuff go to waste I figure I can capitalize on the positive verve I've been riding and actually see some of these ideas to fruition. I've got nothing to lose and everything to gain, yeh? I recently read an interview w/
Guy Davis (currently my FAVORITE artist working in comics) in Sketch magazine that really inspired me and gave me a bit of hope. He said alot of things that made sense which really inflamed my sensibilities; some of it I've heard before but I guess I had to hear it from someone who I really respected for it to sink in. Looking back on some of my earlier ideas I realize that there was some merit to them.. when I thought of them I was (most likely) in a better state of mind - still bi-polar - but the awful realities of the world didn't weigh so heavily on my mind back then. I was full of promise and creativity and didn't give a damn about what people thought. I've finally regained a bit of that - I don't fuckin' care what people think now in respect to my arte. It still pisses me off that my stuff doesn't look like what everyone else produces - my "style" isn't really favored in the circles I frequent and I feel many of my ideas get overlooked cause I don't command some bullshit highbrow ideals nor do I speak very eloquently. I've never taken an I.Q. test - hell I never even took the S.A.T.s when it was offered in high school but I know I'm smart enough to look both ways before I cross the street and that's more than I can say for the majority of the population. I realize I'll NEVER attain the success of my high school chum NE-YO and I'm okay with that. As long as I can produce what I like and make myself happy I'll be content to wallow in mediocrity, after all I speak for all the me·di·oc·ri·ties of the world - I'm their champion.. their patron saint.