Date ideas can be hard.
After one of our first fateful dates my wife Tara and I decided that we were both artsy folk, that it would be fun to do some drawing together.
We grabbed a large drawing pad, a few different pencils and laid down in the living room of her large victorian home. We looked for an object that both of us would have fun drawing, that would allow our differing styles to flourish.
We found it.
We giggled and flirted as we drew. We would comment on how different our styles were. Tara would criticize her version relentlessly as I would try to convince her voraciously of her innate talent.
Thank God that she kept those drawings, strewn on that large piece of paper.
11 years later and we are married, we’ve collaborated on many works of art; the two best ones are named Josiah and Malachi.
Years ago Tara decided to frame our work. It it is one of our most cherished earthly possessions.
The personal treasure hangs in our stairwell.
I see it every morning and I smile.
Thus far I have been amazed at how little time I have actually had to work on this comic. Seriously, it would seem that I have been sabotaged at every turn; as if an enigmatic cosmic force was hard at work to knock me off course, devour my fleeting free moments and mock my inmost desires to produce this book.
Making a comic is hard.
And I’ve barely started…..
It’s nice having no deadline, yet I have found that when there is no point where I have to turn said project in or risk not getting paid, receiving a poor grade or being physically beaten, other work projects tend to take precedence.
I have found a few rare moments to scribble here and there (one of them just so happened to be in a 3 hour meeting, I just kept doodling on the cover of my red moleskin inconspicuously).
I am becoming accustomed to the character of Kavik, trying to find his voice and appreciate his motives, flaws and strengths. I find myself thinking deeply about the history of this absurd world I am striving to bring to life.
Time to press on and continue down this road!