A couple of months ago, my wife and I visited Canmore with a friend.
I sketched the mountains during this time, but worked on the comics during coffee breaks the week after we returned to Regina. The dog poop story is true, and the bunny love comic is probably true, knowing bunnies and their penchant for intercourse.
Here is a collection of tiny paneled strips from my sketchbook:
In case it isn’t obvious the second last panel of Facial Profile Adventures is a guy offering drugs under a trench coat. Law enforcement officers will never think to look there!
Below is a half-hearted attempt at an animal alphabet, which I include here only because it includes a kat and Oh Quack … not to mention some sad attempts to draw Sherman from memory.
I also had fun drawing a bunch of different faces saying the same thing with different expressions:
The first page was drawn while visiting my friend Graeme Zirk, a stand-up comic and cartoonist; a comic who draws comics. The second page was done while hanging with some of Regina’s local comics guys on Free Comic Book Day.
The tuff guys were an attempt to break my habit of drawing the same three male characters: guy with glasses, bald guy with glasses, and fat bald guy.
Window gazing on a lazy Saturday morning, coffee shop drawings, and thoughts of pixels…
The 8-bit comic was re-done for one of my dailies, but I think I like this version better.
Your hands are like dogs, going to the same places they’ve been. You have to be careful when playing is no longer in the mind but in the fingers, going to happy places. You have to break them of their habits or you don’t explore; you only play what is confident and pleasing.
- Tom Waits
When drawing in my sketchbook I always struggle with this. It becomes too easy to just draw the same things over and over again– the things that worked once or twice.
So to shake things up a little, I’ve taken to drawing spontaneous and quick comic strips. Usually they start with a title or an image, and then I have to quickly complete them for good or bad.
Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t.
Other times I draw characters from Zelda instead of Mario.
A couple more sketchbook pages…
I observed the dude in the kilt and fishnet hose in a coffee shop. Then he got into the most beat-up farm truck I’ve ever seen.
Also, I found out that Velociraptors probably had pretty feathers.
It was also moustache time apparently.
My interest in comics started at a young age, but it wasn’t until I was about about 18 that I really began to understand the full potential of the medium.
That was when I saw the documentary Crumb for the first time and had the artistic equivalent of a religious experience. My sketchbook quickly grew fat with ink that night as I frantically tried to comprehend the world that had just opened up before me. Robert Crumb’s relationship with drawing really resonated with me, and I’ve used his obsessive abilities as a barometer for my own output ever since.
As a self-important teenager, I also used to get girls to watch the documentary with me within the first few dates … my misguided theory was that if they liked it then they would like me. One girl seemed to think I was just into sick flicks and so she got me to watch Requiem for a Dream and The Ring upon the Blockbuster clerk’s recommendation.
Another girl eventually dumped me.
Yet another one married me. See? The system works!
As a kid, my summers were often spent visiting my grandparents in Regina Beach. There used to be a little book store in the town from which my folks purchased a number of Peanuts collections in pocket book format.
I spent weeks poring over the little drawings. The covers always struck me as odd because Charlie Brown’s shirt was always coloured red … probably to reduce the number of colours needed for printing. Anyway, I only recently realized this when I went to colour Chuck with a red ballpoint pen.
And what was with the shape of Linus’ head anyway? He must have taken a pretty bad hit sometime in the 1970s.
These sketches were done during the winter.
I really like winter for two reasons demonstrated above: 1) It’s nice to huddle under a blanket and travel across landscapes of pixels, and 2) It’s fun to bundle up and travel across landscapes of snowflakes.
Unfortunately winter somehow makes me curse like a drunk high school teacher and draw cats really badly.




















