five string serenade - page 15 - graduation day (page 6) 



man alive, man alive, what the hell is this?

 


 
this is bad, is what this is.


Ever consider just drawing?

That's . . . that's not entirely the issue. I want to be part of that world, more than just doing, you know? but I'm not part of anything . . . good god, listen to me, I'm so pathetic. I need to go home now.

Ye-ah . . . ok.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have sat down.

I'm not walking and I'll be damned if I take the bus.
Good old unreliable Yellow Cab . . .

So this is the crack house.
I don't recommend saying that to Nips.


so many things wrong. the only good panel is the bottom center one, and it's not half bad at all.

how about the center left, where christopher looks like he's trying--and failing, as he does at everything--to strangle himself? and how about everything on the right and middle there--is that a photograph? is it photoshopped in? why, yes, it is.

faugh!

please understand my stance with regards the computer: i call it cheating. not that anyone should not use it, not that you shouldn't use nothing but the computer in what you do. i don't care. i like a lot of what shows up through use of software. more power to you, etc.

but for me, i resist it. i want what i create to be on the page, in a tangible form. i don't want the original to be electricity and charged bits of ferrite.

that's just me. those are my rules, for me. and this page is a horrible violation of them, and perhaps my most infamously crappy page i can recall off the top of my head.

and that's on top of the whininess. and that's on top of the fact that i still believe that line. there are a few, i suppose when drunk, who will refer to me--i swear to god--as the 'elder statesman' of kansas city comics. i've heard it, and read it, and it mystifies me. because i'm not, and i'm not, and not, and even considered as a survival of the golden age of kansas city comics and zines--1995 through 1997--i was a minor figure--and an outsider. always an outsider. never invited, considered, or thought of, and the people doing work at the time would have thought me very bad indeed.

which i still am.

i never got the touch--the apostolic succession, the acceptance from the cool kids from the 'tute. i craved it, lord knows, and it never came, so when i hear anyone say anything about my work at all that's not negative, i feel like a damned imposter.

so i put up this stuff from 1999, to make my point. i'm an imposter. i'm not it. that it may be here, it certainly has been here, it may be here again. but it, i ain't.

sorry, but 'tis true.
 

Posted: Wed - April 13, 2005 at 07:18 PM             |

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