I bought some art supplies this week including new white acrylic ink for highlights. I also used up the last piece of art board on my pad, so I used the back. A felicitous convergence of two events on a week saturated with politics.
I’m getting closer to launching my Kickstarter campaign to fund the first print-run of my co-creator owned graphic novel, Vex. On Saturday my friend Jason came by the studio where he patiently filmed me stumbling through an hour or so of trying to speak for only two minutes worth of video. Note to self: Next time write down exactly what I want to say.
I spent all last week on a tight deadline inking part of an issue of Transformers, then went home and started catching up on Transformers Prime Season 2. As a result, my warm-up sketch theme for the month will (loosely) be Transformers since I have robots on the brain.
First up, the bow-legged Autobot engineer, Wheeljack (Generation 1, of course.)
In that awkward land of misery known as the 8th grade, I remember a graphic artist coming to talk to us about his job. I suppose it was career day, though I can’t really remember. But, I’m pretty sure he didn’t just stumble in off the street, disheveled and desperately trying to caffeinate himself with coffee from a white Styrofoam cup.
He looked tired and beaten down. Like he’d been given one assignment too many and all pay raises had been put on an indefinite hold. The only thing I remember is him saying “If you want to become an artist when you grow up…don’t.”
I went on to not follow his advice. Though some days I look just as disheveled, longing for a coffee IV drip to get me through the last hours of a crazy deadline. I understand what he meant. Art, especially freelance art (or freelance anything) isn’t easy. But I think he was wrong in his plea for us impressionable youth to run away. There are those that should, of course. Not everyone can deal with the uncertainty of this career path, especially when you wonder about the “career” part and aren’t sure where the path is leading.
But if you can’t stop doodling when you’re supposed to be doing something else. And if the 8-5 routine day in and day out, with a boss looking over your shoulder, with no end in sight, makes you feel like the life is being squeezed out of you. And if you want to your failure or success to be on your shoulders alone. Then maybe you should try it.
But there is something to be said for the advice “If you can do anything else to make a living, then do that.” I wouldn’t tell a group of middle schoolers not to try and be a freelance artist. But it’s definitely not the easiest way to go at times.
Anyway, here’s a girl holding a Mocha.
I’m in the middle of a tight deadline inking some pages for a Transformers book, as well as trying to finish up a few other smaller things. However, I did manage to squeeze in a warm up (which I needed today to get my brain settled down to work. I may have had a bit too much coffee.) This evening my wife and I will be taking our one-year-old son around for his first Trick-or-Treating experience. He’s been working on his best tiger growl for weeks to go with his costume. Which means he’ll probably clam up and not use it at all when the time comes.
That’s how the Shearers roll.
The police who patrol downtown near our studio have acquired a couple Segways in the last few years. I have yet to see them chase anyone down. So far they ride side by side, CHiPs style, stopping at red lights and meandering in circles waiting for the light to change.
I don’t have a bucket list, but if I did, I would put “witness high speed Segway chase” on it. Not that there’s any non-criminal way for me to make it happen. I’ll have to settle for frequent glances out my window while wishing upon a star.
Also, this robot’s name is Ronnie.