Everyone can draw. Everyone can see shapes and process them into one cohesive, recognizable image. But at some point self awareness kills 99% of peoples confidence in their artistic endeavors. Maybe you loved to draw as a child, but some other little shit comes along an tells you that your drawing of Godzilla eating a town full of people “Is stupid.” Most people are afraid of failing in front of people and tend to give up on anything they think that they’re not good at. I don’t believe that I was born with a natural talent at drawing, but I do know that I’ve worked everyday at getting better. Do I think I’m the best I could be at my craft? Not by a long shot. But everyday I work on little things in my art, things that most people won’t notice but it all adds up to constantly improving upon my foundation. I’ve spent weeks working on how a pair of Jordan III’s should look when seen from a 3/4 angle. I’ve been spending the last few months on trying to get my characters to have weight with the background and objects they interact with. It’s insane but for some reason most good artists have the same drive to not fail.
However, as a computer colorist I’ve been an absolute failure. I couldn’t figure out the whole process, how to make it look nice, or why I suck so much at using my Wacom tablet. I was so insecure with my lack of coloring skills that I just didn’t even attempt it. I’m pretty awful at coloring, but I decided to just start grinding on things to get better. With the help of my friend (and part time lover) Corey Bernhardt I’ve seen a gradual improvement in my skills.
This strip is the point where I finally feel I’ve turned the corner on being able to color my shit. Is it up to other peoples coloring talents? No, but it works for the asthetic that I desire within my own style. I really put off coloring this strip because it was the one I knew I wanted to do well. So looking at it now all shiny and complete I’m proud of how it turned out.
Not only that it’s pretty rad to have an entire comic strip about drinking Promethazine, tripping balls and seeing Pete’s Dragon. My mother is so proud.
So pour another cup of drank and get ready for an entire month of me really trying a lot harder on making this blog more engaging.
I suppose this used to be my drawing process back when I drank a lot more. Now however I only really drink before I do a mass batch of Yitties. I think I’m getting a little better at using my tablet though and figuring out random shit to do. Now I’m gonna find out when I can get a hair cut cause I look like a shaggy Mexican mess.
I have absolutely no clue as to why any of you look at anything I draw or read anything I write. My hope is that it’s somewhat entertaining? Or my follies make you feel better about your life because you’re much better off than I am. But that’s pretty much what this strip is about. For some reason everyone thinks that stangers should give a shit about their life, stories, families and problems. Most people can put on a happy face and listen to you bang on incessantly about the mundane shit that affects your stupid little life. I can’t. There’s is nothing about your life that I really give a shit about if it doesn’t somehow involve me. Selfish? Of course. But at least I’m honest about it.
Case in point, Facebook and Twitter. Looking at that shit makes me realize that damn near all of the people I know are just boring as shit. I like most of you, hate a couple and love a select few. But for Christs sake, do I give a fuck about what you’re eating tonight? Do I need a picture of it? Do I care you checked into the roller skating rink with your 14 year old girl friend? The last one yes, even though that’s a few years over my dating cieling, but by and large most of you don’t have anything interesting to say 90% of the time.
The world needs ditch diggers, street sweepers, wait staff, sewage workers, strippers, hookers and shit scrapers. Very few of us have anything interesting to say, and even fewer of you care to listen. So to those select few that give a shit about my stupid blog—thanks I guess. Now move along and update your relationship status.
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So I completely forgot I had a comic strip done and ready to go, REJOICE! New shit. I also noticed that a lot of Browns beat women. Chris Brown, Bobby Brown, Charlie Brown…strange. Oh well I’m off to watch some internet porn and listen to Circa Survive at the same time.
Look, if I’ve known you for long enough, odds are you at some point will be thrown into a comic sooner or later. My friend, your friend and the LB Savior Trent is no exception. He tells fantastical stories of jamming dildos into strange MILFs on far away islands, enjoys watching two girls eat poop out of one cup, and all sorts of other nasty shit I can’t bear to repeat. So in honor of Trent and his fantastical stories, today’s Waiting To Die strips are throwbacks that both feature the sheer cherub bodied awesomeness that is Trent.