The first issue of Channel Evil is about to be released across the land. Should be in comic stores next week, well, if your comic store has ordered copies. It's not an easy sell; a new book from an Indy publisher, in black and white, without any superheroes or vigilantes, even with Alan Grant writing. But, I'm hoping it'll get the attention it deserves, and readers will spread the word.
Artists aren't really supposed to blow their own trumpet(last time i tried, i put my back out)but i feel comfortable in saying that this is the most pleased I've EVER felt about my art. It's the closest I've got to realising the 'look' i have in my head, still not exact, but not far off.
Wasn't easy, had a shit load of problems(besides illness and a plague of technical gremlins), including 'stage fright' and crippling doubts, and even a deeply depressing few days where i was close to jacking comics in for good.
It was a minor frustration that festered to a manic and irrational high, mostly due to my obsessive quest for the 'right line' and the 'right shape'. Yeah, i don't do all that photo-realistic stuff, or lots of flashy feathering and crosshatching, and my stuff might look simplistic to many. But, choosing what to leave out is equally as difficult as any amount of detailed realism or complex penwork. It is to me, anyway.
Cus with Channel Evil I'm trying to stew it all down even more, trying to draw comics that have an immediate effect on the senses, art that doesn't distract from the story, and a style that 'bends' the form to maximum effect, with the most minimum of fuss. I'm not gonna win any new fans with this series, cus i don't do comics how most comics are done, my 'cartoony' art alienates as many as it attracts. But I'm fine with that, doing 'house style' or pandering to fads and trends is something i gave up with acne and bondage trousers.
I'll shut up now, let you look at some pictures.