Some say they that art was all they ever wanted to do. They were called to it. Pursuing their dream with teeth-gritted determination and fiery passion - but I never set out to make drawing my career path. If i had a 'secret origin', I'd say it was 'by accident'.
Yeah, there was a time at junior school when I was convinced I'd end up working for Disney or Hana Barbera, I thought it'd be easy to do. I was naïve to the whole painstaking laborious process involved, I thought you'd just draw a few pretty pictures then some machine 'filled in' the rest (which has sorta come true). Didn't know anything about hand-painting cells and the thousands of drawings involved, I just loved cartoons, and wanted to make them 'when I grew up'.
Don't get me wrong, I always loved comics, started to read them around the age of 4, and started to draw my own not long after. But i just did them for fun and to pass time at the back of maths class. Then i started to grow pubic hairs and notice girls and lost ALL interest in a career or planning my future. I just wanted to muck around with my mates and Debbie Everard.
Then i wanted to be Joe Strummer or Dave Vanian, that didn't happen. Then i wanted to be Sam Raimi or Luci Fulci, that didn't happen. It left me rather disenchanted. Felt lost and unfocused and needed some outlet, some way to get stuff outta my head.
...and I just started drawing again. I really got fired up! So much so I went and enrolled at art school
Which, other than meeting a coupla like-minded souls who became good friends, wasn't time well spent. Eventually, almost as a reaction to the bitter blinkered poseurs who attempted to teach me how to draw - and what to draw - i walked away from college and set up as a 'freelance artist'. Didn't know what the fuck i was doing, but it felt right choice.
Then fate/uncanny good timing landed me the dream-gig of drawing Mr. X for Vortex Comics. It all happened very fast. Way too fast! And because of reckless stuff i was doing in my personal life - it ended just as fast. And from then on, my career stalled and spluttered, and often left me unemployed, and without a penny to rub.
Early 90's was the lowest point. I was so close to packing it all in but then along came Zool - The Alien Ninja from The Nth Dimension.
Boxtree publishing had the rights to produce a series of illustrated book adventures featuring Zool, an early video game rival to Mario. Somewhere I'd bumped into Ian Edginton (writer of Scarlet Traces, Stickleback, and many fine works for 2000ad) who dug what i did with Mr.X. We shook hands, talked old comics, and weeks/months later he called asking if i wanted to team-up on the first Zool.
I was busy moving house at the time, having a relationship meltdown, and finishing up a bunch of samples/pitches, but hungry for a good break - i leaped at the chance! It was mostly a nightmare: tight deadlines, working all hours, waiting for a book that sometimes arrived in chapters or a few paragraphs at a time, re-writes, re-thinks, re-draws, along with an editor who thought he could write it better - which he couldn't.
...and getting all money owed took over 4 months of letters and phone calls, and finally an actual threat to turn up at the office with violent intent (they paid two days later). Leaving an editor cowering under his desk helped lose me the follow up gig, which added new misery and disillusionment.
But, looking at it now, with fresh, less jaded eyes, I'm really glad i did it. It's a fun book, set me some new challenges and helped develop/fine tune a new, more 'cartoony' style, prepping me for Rock and Roll High School a few months later.
Here's the choice cuts...