Yes, I managed to write on this thing without months upon months lapsing.
Just to illustrate a contrast between Singapore and my hometown in northern Michigan, some panoramas for you.
The view from my parent’s living room window.
Downtown Main Street in Cadillac, Michigan.
The snow was literally up to my chest (read: 4.5 feet/about 1.3 meters) when I came home to visit for the Christmas season. Can’t say I miss the snow terribly, although there is a majesty to this weather that I miss.
View from the highway.
Winter, particularly in a place far enough from the urban sprawl where there is little to no light pollution at night and the darkness is absolute after nightfall (at 5pM), can make you intensely aware and grateful for color. Here, in Singapore, the city-tropical environment is so saturated with hues that you hardly take notice of them anymore.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world in Singapore, there’s an awesome nostalgia museum that looks like this.
That teeny museum had a ballin’ back room hang out spot – not for customers of course, but for the employer and his lucky friends. The museum is located on Bussorah St in Bugis, if you’re in Singapore and you are interested.
Anyway, enough with the photographs. Prepare for one intense artwork dump.
And yes, I know most of these should be vertical, but I don’t care. Tilt your damned head.
And here are some pictures from my sketchbook.
This first image are three characters from a dream I had not to long ago – it was in an odd style where they had massive, oval-shaped Tezuka-esque eyes – not exactly my style, but I tried to capture it in the drawing. I am actually creating a comic about the story of this dream – I am two pages in, and will post the images soon.
Please excuse the bad scans – my sketchbook is big and all of the scanners at my disposal are fit for just A4 paper.
This is some weird, stream of conciousness thing where I just drew characters in the negative space around the big stripey guy.
Now these guys are another story idea that hit me some time ago. The two fellows on the top are called North (tall guy) and South (short guy) – not their real names, but nicknames they’ve given each other because they cannot remember their names, or in fact anything about their past in the space of time that exists before the actual written story begins. To ruin it a little bit for you, these guys are actually:
- Dead.
- Trapped in Limbo
But they don’t know it yet. The cops that pulls them over in the beginning of the story knows exactly where he is, and has lost his mind over time. He thinks North and South could be demons – your nightmares can manifest into physical reality if you let Limbo get to you too much.
When I have a longer, more involved story with lots of dialogue, I thumbnail the comic first, which I have some scans of below. There are four thumbnailed pages to a page, to make some sense of the mess. Again, the scanner cut off the sides and I don’t care enough to meticulously put shit together in Photoshop, so you’ll have to settle with reading bits of what you can make out of the dialogue.
So yeah, making some crazy stuff, good times thus far. I’m going to wrap up this blog post for now because it’s taking forever loading all of these images.
Later skaters.
