I was sold to the circus for trinkets and beats. Now I lie awake at night and dream about what I would do if I was ever set free…
I miss posting on here. I miss making SPINE. So, I’m going to fix that.
How about a reboot? November 8th is SPINE’s 5th Birthday. Let’s see if I can get the website done in time!
What you see up there is the new cover of SPINE by the way. What do you think?
I have been making all kinds of Cartoon Portraits for free, and publishing them on my Instagram. If you like me to draw you, I will add you to the queue, and I will draw yours for free also. All you need to do is ask! Just comment below, email me, tweet me, however you like. It has been a blast so far, and I have about 20 people that are patiently waiting in line, and I’m drawing as fast as I can, and I’m getting better. Yet, I would like to draw the portraits faster! Here’s my new plan:
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This should make it easier for people to help me out. When the amount reaches $100 I will spend on an Intous Creative Stylus, and I will draw using my iPad. This will take scanning, and coloring on the computer out of the process and will make it faster, and everyone will get a portrait for free, much faster. If you’re interested please take a look at the ones I have drawn below, and help.
Also, if you have any friends who wants their portraits drawn for free – let them know, tweet, share on Facebook, tumblr. I could really use your help. Thank you.
I understand that I’ve been in hiatus quite some time now, and neglected this blog. Yet, I haven’t neglected Spine one bit. I have been heavily at work at transforming the all 8 issues into a single graphic novel, which will be SPINE’s final form. First 6 issues are already available via unnamed press.com and other online retailers.
This is continuing the survival scenario from yesterday’s post. Volcano is covering the island with molten lava, it’s raining, and a cougar is launching at our heroine. She is defending herself with a spear.
While we were sitting at that cafe in Long Beach, Car began telling me the story she’s writing. Now, I don’t want to mention anything about that story here – except for the version I was imagining. Like this little girl worried stuck in quicksand, when the island is about to get covered in molten lava.