First attempt at full color (half) page. (I plan on combining half pages so the book is taller than it is wide). The number of decisions required to produce this page was enormous. Trial and error, scouring manuals and chat rooms, watching Youtube videos, and more trial and error and here's what we get.
I've abandoned shading for the time being. Adjusting pixels, brush width, scanning resolutions, gradient fills, remembering colors so skin and clothes don't waver, and a zillion other tasks were technical challenge enough. Once I'm relatively facile with drawing with a stylus, managing files, and so forth, and then I might return to Art School 101 and study shading, light, highlights, reflected shadows, again. However, I'm not going to live forever and this project already is ten months in the making. Even doing flat colors is arduous and time consuming. I estimate about 450 half pages are to be drawn, scanned, colored, and posted. It just doesn't seem right to me that, should this take ten years, a seventy year old man is still drawing comic books.
Musings While Creating My Very First Philosophical, Existential, Theological, Graphic Novel
Ecclesiastes University...where pages are being posted for evaluation
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Reflections on Coloring
When my efforts yield less than ideal results (as my wonky skills as a colorist attest) I rationalize as follows.
This amateurish coloring job would surely get me fired in any Third World graphic novel mill. But maybe I'd escape the pink slip because I can do character design (albeit also abysmally amateurish). But my character design skills (especially at rotating heads) are weak, weak, weak and surely any animation studio would give me the boot.
"But wait!" I plead with the unhappy boss in my head. "I can also string nouns and verbs together and write sentences." The HR boss wavers momentarily and says, "You're no Jack Kennedy. Get out."
In an act of desperation I quickly add, "You're right, I can't speechify like JFK but I have another trick up my sleeve, I can tell jokes."
"Try me," he says.
"Um, one of the characters represents aggression and domination and I describe him as a veteran of wars in the Gulf, Afghanistan, and Cost Co parking lot."
He stares at me blankly and says, "What's a Cost Co?"
"It's a perennially crowded big box store in our town about which everyone complains."
"Dumb. Get out."
"Wait! I know I can't color, design, write, or tell jokes like the pros but I can add value to your comic factory because I can do story boarding. I can pencil out the settings, props, costume, facial expressions, staging, and camera angles in sequential art."
"I've seen your work. Too many talking heads. Beat it!"
"Please sir, I know I'm new at this but I'm begging for another chance. I can bring a philosophical and theological savvy to your project. I grapple with life's injustice and the problem of evil often and I believe grasp of Qohelet's angst better than most."
I see him waver momentarily. "Can you type?"
"Like a pro, sir."
"Okay, get back to work. And when the studio department heads complain about your shoddy work tell 'em you're here to make coffee."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you."
"Get off the floor and quit kissing my feet. I've got work to do."
The boss leaves and with spirits high I shout Sally Field's Academy Award speech to him, "You like me, you really like me!"
This amateurish coloring job would surely get me fired in any Third World graphic novel mill. But maybe I'd escape the pink slip because I can do character design (albeit also abysmally amateurish). But my character design skills (especially at rotating heads) are weak, weak, weak and surely any animation studio would give me the boot.
"But wait!" I plead with the unhappy boss in my head. "I can also string nouns and verbs together and write sentences." The HR boss wavers momentarily and says, "You're no Jack Kennedy. Get out."
In an act of desperation I quickly add, "You're right, I can't speechify like JFK but I have another trick up my sleeve, I can tell jokes."
"Try me," he says.
"Um, one of the characters represents aggression and domination and I describe him as a veteran of wars in the Gulf, Afghanistan, and Cost Co parking lot."
He stares at me blankly and says, "What's a Cost Co?"
"It's a perennially crowded big box store in our town about which everyone complains."
"Dumb. Get out."
"Wait! I know I can't color, design, write, or tell jokes like the pros but I can add value to your comic factory because I can do story boarding. I can pencil out the settings, props, costume, facial expressions, staging, and camera angles in sequential art."
"I've seen your work. Too many talking heads. Beat it!"
"Please sir, I know I'm new at this but I'm begging for another chance. I can bring a philosophical and theological savvy to your project. I grapple with life's injustice and the problem of evil often and I believe grasp of Qohelet's angst better than most."
I see him waver momentarily. "Can you type?"
"Like a pro, sir."
"Okay, get back to work. And when the studio department heads complain about your shoddy work tell 'em you're here to make coffee."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you."
"Get off the floor and quit kissing my feet. I've got work to do."
The boss leaves and with spirits high I shout Sally Field's Academy Award speech to him, "You like me, you really like me!"
Three Characters in Color
Qohelet wrote, "What is crooked cannot be made straight." I believe it.
Vicki and I once read and applied assiduously the principles of de-clutter king, Don Aslett. In his humorous and helpful book CLUTTER's LAST STAND he wrote something to the effect, "Writers are notorious for saving their rough drafts as if they'd someday need proof that they actually wrote their book." Sadly, I'm crooked that way and despite Aslett's best efforts, I still save my rough drafts. He couldn't straighten me out.
Take these for example. They're the halting, amateurish, scribblings of a novice colorist and do not deserve to be saved much less posted for the world to see. And yet, in this memoir blog of the evolution of my first graphic novel I feel compelled to document every stage in the process. Forgive me, Don. (This female pose is a swipe from Tom Richmond).
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Speedy Caricature (2006)
Just for fun I include this video clip my son Elliot made when he was 14 (six years ago).
Second First Color Job
Every journey begins with a first step. Here are my first steps applying color. I begin with faces traced (from a model book) with black fine tip pen, scanned at 600 dpi, and uploaded to COREL Essentials.
Then I leap into the unknown and fling paint everywhere applying shadows. You should see my living room; there are spattered pixels all over my rug, walls, and shirt. (My first digital joke). These shadows are haphazard, helter-skelter, and savage. But I gotta start somewhere.
My quandary: do I postpone drawing pen/ink finished pages until I gain competence as a colorist? This means coloring all 22 characters before drawing any pages. That will require weeks of coloring before drawing any pages.
Or do I start drawing finished pages (I've got 50 pages scripted, blocked, and ready for images) and learn to color as I go? The problem with that plan is that as my technique improves the finished book will be of uneven quality. The earlier pages will be amateurish while later pages become less amateurish.
I think I'll keep improving my coloring technique. Certainly I can exceed the level of skill on display above. This'll put my schedule off once again...but since I'm really under no deadline I can putter at a leisurely pace.
I do have this fear somebody, somewhere on the planet is working on a comic book based on Ecclesiastes and every day I delay publishing they get closer to beating me to the punch. This was Art Speigelman's challenge when Steven Spielberg was coming out with An American Tale. Art was halfway through MAUS when he got wind of Spielberg's plan to use immigrant mice with nasty cats in 1890's NY city. So he published half of his work (Jewish mice; Nazi cats) before completion. Hey Spielberg, you got any plans to do a film about Ecclesiastes? Please don't.
First Color Job
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| Arturo Alfredo Giovanni, 21 year old exchange student from Tuscany who is studying culinary arts. His heroes include Bobby Flay, Gordon Ramsey, Rachel Ray, Julia Child, Wolfgang Puck,and Epicurus. |
The things about the project that give me an overload of delirium and joy:
1.Tapping into the part of my brain that controls eye/hand coordination. Moving your hand on a tablet while the drawing appears on a screen is a weird disconnect.
2. Learning about layers, blending, eye droppers, and a zillion other tools is an unending swim in bliss.
3. Marveling at the creative genius of the persons who invented digital art--every move I make causes me to gasp in disbelief.
4. The stylus that I draw with has no batteries, no wires, and get this--when you turn it upside down you can erase with it. This must be what it's like when aborigines see aircraft for the first time.
5. The range of possibilities is infinite which again causes me great joy because I get to be a decision maker. Do I color this thing in plain colors like Tin Tin?
Or do I mush and blend like master craftsmen who paint with pixels? Look at this digital painting and gasp with me.
The amount of work that went into the shading of fabric and facial shadows certainly paid off. This is brilliant. My optimistic brain tells me, "If this person learned how to do this I can, too." But then another part of my brain says, "Dude, you're 60 years old and you don't have time to invest learning how to do this."
Then there's MAD artist, Tom Richmond. Look at this exquisite spread.
I feel like the desert crawler who stumbled upon a drive through coffee stand offering free Italian sodas in favorite flavors. Choices, choices, choices!
Or do I mush and blend like master craftsmen who paint with pixels? Look at this digital painting and gasp with me.
The amount of work that went into the shading of fabric and facial shadows certainly paid off. This is brilliant. My optimistic brain tells me, "If this person learned how to do this I can, too." But then another part of my brain says, "Dude, you're 60 years old and you don't have time to invest learning how to do this."
Then there's MAD artist, Tom Richmond. Look at this exquisite spread.
I feel like the desert crawler who stumbled upon a drive through coffee stand offering free Italian sodas in favorite flavors. Choices, choices, choices!
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Digital Drawings, Here I Come
Last Sunday I finished drawing my 22nd model sheet. Twenty-two main characters now have names, shapes, philosophical orientations, and turning heads. Having failed at coloring with colored pencils and felt tip markers (they just didn't transfer to blog postings well) I took the plunge and bought this:
It's a WACOM Bamboo tablet with which one can do this:
I'm intentionally not spiffing up this terrible image because I'm too excited. To add colors with a click is breath taking. I plan on printing my Publisher page panels, penciling and inking them the old fashioned way, then scanning them into this program for coloring, shadows, and highlights. I'm giddy as a school girl.
It's a WACOM Bamboo tablet with which one can do this:
I'm intentionally not spiffing up this terrible image because I'm too excited. To add colors with a click is breath taking. I plan on printing my Publisher page panels, penciling and inking them the old fashioned way, then scanning them into this program for coloring, shadows, and highlights. I'm giddy as a school girl.
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