
Months ago, I’ve come to a realization regarding the book I’m writing and the accompanying illustrations. I’d peruse my script with its serious and real-world affectations and look over pages, test pages, character designs, and color tests (which I didn’t want to do) and I came to a sobering realization – the art don’t match the story so much. Also, the method was too damn slow – I mean really slow. My images failed to get the message out and I felt I was suffering from petrified, static illustrations. I’d bury my head in the sand regarding the “truth” of how long the project would take to complete given my snail’s pace.
So I started to experiment. I’ve come to see that looser, less exacting line-work offered images that spoke activity to me. The freer renderings divorced me from the minutia of backgrounds and objects that was not the focus of a piece or panel anyway. I’ve learned that my writing and illustrations are born of quick emergent inspirations that slow deliberating art will never adequately capture. This was a significant discovery.



It was not easy to accept that you don’t have to labor so on a piece. Think of what you have to say and how much you’re saying. I’m happy to say that my new, more forgiving style has given me a platform to move forward in my project. I’ve completed a huge body of pages for the book and am moving at a confident pace. I’m tons happier with my illustrations and ironically feel that they “look” more real that the prior arduous efforts.
This is fun.
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