I watched today’s daily live and it was just 7 miles of LSD.
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Coffee gives me gas. Not in a fuel way but in a fart way.
I was going to do some work but Bioshock Infinite’s Burial At Sea made me sad.
And oh yeah they genuinely erupted into laughter with the Twigkens pun, which was the highlight of the whole thing for sure.
It took me a full week of complete disdain for my uni assignments, one 20-hour all-nighter, and 30 minutes sitting on a bench inside a convention centre to finish this comic (with a cliff-hanger at the end)! It was in preparation for the portfolio review at the second Oz Comic-con, the first of which I attended last year.
To go over the day I had: it was great! I was by myself this time and went to quite a few panels of working authors and artists. Noted down a bunch of good advice and laughed at so many stories - it was great! The floor wasn’t as crowded and the merchandise was pretty sweet (didn’t buy anything though, I lack them dollar signs).
Time flew right by, and one hour away from the convention’s closing, I found myself sitting in front of Wolfgang Bylsma and Justin Randal from Gestalt Comics. I showed them my four pages, I told a pun, they genuinely laughed, we talked for fifteen minutes, we shook hands, I told them I’m coming back next year, and that was the end of it.
It was raining outside, and I remember walking from the stage down to the parking lot to get picked up feeling very strange. It wasn’t until at least an hour later that I realized it was a good feeling. I felt good, but I couldn’t smile, which confused me a whole lot.
For one, I was able to officially confirmed that they weren’t being completely honest with me last year. A documentary was being filmed at the time, and the cameras definitely turned my comic into something with more potential than it did - they didn’t tell me, but I could tell by the fact that they gave me actual constructive criticism this time around:
The art was approved and the panels were fine. They commented on the characters and their personalities, how I could improve the relationship between the comic and the reader.
The clarity of the actions was also questioned, along side with the actual scale of what’s on the page. They gave me a few tips on slowing down the pace of the story, and acknowledged the challenge I set for myself by trying to bring emotions out of faceless eggs with legs.
It was honestly the first time anyone has given me such detailed commentaries on my comics, and it hurt a bit, because I invested a lot of myself into the pages, but it also felt great, because I know they wouldn’t have spent more than five minutes over my portfolio if they didn’t see the potential in it.
I left the convention centre quite humbled and excited. I was proud of myself for achieving more than I did last year within a shorter time frame, and I was excited to tackle the list of improvements I still need to work on.
I felt something I haven’t experienced for a while: I felt the desire to draw comics, to do this for the rest of my life (despite how pretentious that sounds).
P.S: to combat the sappiness and pretentiousness of that last sentence, I’d like to mention the pun they laughed at: they asked why I decided to draw chickens with branches on their back, and I said “Because then I can tell people I’m drawing Twigkens”