Have I told you lately that I love you? I’m not sure… I forget sometimes.
Okay, so here’s some in-the-process-stuff from the story I’m working on right now. It’s moving along slowly, alot of stuff coming in between, life and all that crap u know…
Aaanywhoo… none of these pages are finished, but I guess you get an idea of where I’m going with them at least?! … !
Below are sketches/scripts for the two following pages of the story.
My process when drawing a comic looks diffrent depending on what I’m doing it for.
If I’m just drawing something for myself, just for fun or to post on the blogg or what ever, I usually don’t make any mini-sketch/script at all. I just go from blank paper to finished comic in one sitting.
Working for a publisher is diffrent. I sketch, sketch again, ink, scan, print a copy, color the copy and scan it again…
’nuff said! I’ve got some packing to do, moving back to Stockholm and all…
This is me when I was 15. Or 14… Asch, it doesn’t really matter exactly how old I was… I was younger than I am now.
And I was in love with B.
Madly in love. Like a constant pressure on my chest. A constant pain through my teenage years.
I would have done anything for him. Anything. I’d have cut off one of my arms if he needed it for something, removed my uterus with a scissor if that would have been to his pleasure,
This is what I got done tonight. Still have the books left to finish, but I should really be heading home from my studio now… Gotta think about the kids, ya know.
By the way: this will be my very last comic with this J-guy. Feels kind of sad… but also healthy. It was a very destructive relationship. He totally fucked with my head (and I with his. I was manipulative. Every comic I made was a way of trying to drive him into my arms. Pathetic. But the shit I made turned out great, so thanx J! You made me even more awesome than I was before!).
He was the best thing that could happen to me comic-wise. He made me want to be a better artist.