The inspo for this came when me and my friend went to a vendor market. It was advertised an antiques fair, but that was more a vibe description rather than a merchandise description. There was a guy who was performing – I don’t know how many people realized the music was live. He had a gorgeous voice, a beautiful style, but in that context it was devastatingly under appreciated. I have to imaging that playing to an oblivious and uninterested crowd would be more soul crushing than playing to no one, in a way.
Also I’m pretty sure this is where FEMA will take us when the apocalypse comes, whether that’s political or environmental or both. The whole time I just kept getting visceral visions of sitting on a sleeping bag in my little taped off area, trying to disassociate to be free of the boredom and sensory overstimulation. I don’t know why my brain is like this.
Doing this has put into perspective how much work comics like this are – it took me 3 solid days. I know I can get faster at it, but it’s still so, so many drawings. You don’t realize until you start. It’s rewarding, I just have to find an audience for my style. Or tighten it until it’s more presentable. I don’t want to totally change my style, but I I do need to slow down. When I get in a grove I’ll go for 6, 7, 8 hours with no break. My brain gets fatigued even if I don’t conciously notice, and I start rushing to get that dopamine hit from finishing a page. That said, This has been a good beta test for doing comics. It’s another case where you don’t know what you dont know, and sometimes the fastest way to improve is to just try, do it wrong, and learn for next time. I am still very proud of what I managed to do, if for no other reason than I proved to myself I can actually do this comics thing – more than a little one off spread. We just might be able to Do the Thing.
>>robyns_ramblings 