This one’s a special retrospective edition, on account of my birthday yesterday. I’ve had lots of different aspirations through the years though it was pretty much inevitable that I did something with my drawing. (Not depicted: serious interest in both foreign language and psychology.) I’ve drawn all my life, since I could get enough of a grip on a pencil to make a mark. I think I’m just getting to the age where I look at what I’ve done with my existence on earth so far, and it’s like, what have I contributed or achieved? It always comes back feeling like not very much at all. Maybe I’m just bummed that I haven’t crapped out that really brilliant graphic novel yet.Even now, when I’m actively trying to focus on advancing my art, I have many different aspirations to consider, and it’s hard to know which direction to go.
Commentary on the comic itself… Yes, I seriously did want to be a bird at ages 3 and 4. It made sense with Kid Logic. At 8, I idolized Jim Henson — as much as I could idolize anyone at that age — and I wanted to work in his Creature Shop like you wouldn’t believe. Then I found out he was dead.
As a preteen, my mom took my sister and me on “fossil digs” arranged by the local science museum. They’d pick a place outside of the city limits, dump a big pile of dirt in the middle of a field, and let people pick through it for fossils. Nothing fancy. Just shells, but I thought it was amazing. Sad that I didn’t manage to hold on to any of them.
Turns out you can’t be an animator without the attention span to animate.
The less said about my disillusionment with the “global manga” phenomenon, the better.