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.
These are not the drawings from that night
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!