Still standing.
Yes. I'm still thinking. I'm always thinking. I wish I could spend more time not thinking but I'm thinking it's not in my make-up. Psychologically speaking. Thinking is a good thing (I think) but thinking too much (over-thinking) probably isn't. Good, that is. Anyway ... Right at this moment I'm looking at logos etc. Older logo designs to be specific. Ken doesn't particularly care for my graffiti-inspired logo designs so I'm still thinking (see) and considering and trying to keep an open mind. I mean, it's not like I have my pulse on what's good and best and all the little kiddies like. From that perspective, I'm an idiot. I have zero idea what other people like and even less when it comes to kids. Even being the big, overgrown, bratty kid that I am, I've no idea. Soooo .... I'm thinking of getting a bunch of people together and maybe getting a mass opinion on things; logos, covers etc. Not that I'll listen, but a little input should be interesting, even if I do end up finding their opinions to be worthless. At least at first. I imagine I'll be mystified and offended right off but later (I imagine.) I'll take what I'm given into consideration and (Maybe. Theoretically.) even grow creatively from the input(ish)? It's poooossible.
Cover design for the American Standard Edition:
Cover design for the Pocket-book (manga-sized) Edition:
It's my birthday. Which, as a kid, was a magically day that revolved around just you and you alone but as an adult seems to simply be just one more reason for the government to grab a little more money out of your pocket. Re-new the tags. Re-new the driver's license. Get a new picture. Which was kind of rotten because there is something obviously wrong with their camera. The light was too bright or something because my beard looked waaay grey. Like glow-in-the-dark silver. 44. Yippee. I am now, officially a 44 year old nobody. You'd think this would bother me but it doesn't. I think I'd freak out if things were any different. I'm comfortable here in this little box hidden away from the rest of the world. Of course, you'd think (it being my freakin' birthday) that I'd have the day off. Nope. Instead I have to work even later than usual. This. Is. My. Life.
It is what it is.
BTW:
I'm not a manga artist. I'm also not a pseudo-maga artist. Manga means "comic" in Japanese so I suspect that no one who is not Japanese and/or creating comics in Japan is really creating manga. Pseudo-maga possibly, but not manga. Maybe. Theoretically. If my work appears to be manga-ish (to some), it's a complete coincidence. You could just as easily say that my work is Disney-like, or an animated style. I simply draw like I draw. I draw what I (personally) feel looks kinda' neat. I admit that my work has become more and more stylized as I've drawn more and gotten older (Birthday, remember? Did you send a card? Probably not. Thanks.) but I still just draw like me. I try NOT to pay too close attention to what, and how, other creators draw. I can't draw like someone else. Some artists are great at mimicking. I'm not. I'd prefer to draw like me (no one) than to be at best, second best at drawing like anyone else. Manga is so hot right now that I sorta' WISH I were manga but I'm not. Why am I mentioning this? Because I'm thinking of this and I already told you - I think too much.
I am ...
I'm done. Go away.
Cover design for the American Standard Edition:
Cover design for the Pocket-book (manga-sized) Edition:
It's my birthday. Which, as a kid, was a magically day that revolved around just you and you alone but as an adult seems to simply be just one more reason for the government to grab a little more money out of your pocket. Re-new the tags. Re-new the driver's license. Get a new picture. Which was kind of rotten because there is something obviously wrong with their camera. The light was too bright or something because my beard looked waaay grey. Like glow-in-the-dark silver. 44. Yippee. I am now, officially a 44 year old nobody. You'd think this would bother me but it doesn't. I think I'd freak out if things were any different. I'm comfortable here in this little box hidden away from the rest of the world. Of course, you'd think (it being my freakin' birthday) that I'd have the day off. Nope. Instead I have to work even later than usual. This. Is. My. Life.
It is what it is.
BTW:
I'm not a manga artist. I'm also not a pseudo-maga artist. Manga means "comic" in Japanese so I suspect that no one who is not Japanese and/or creating comics in Japan is really creating manga. Pseudo-maga possibly, but not manga. Maybe. Theoretically. If my work appears to be manga-ish (to some), it's a complete coincidence. You could just as easily say that my work is Disney-like, or an animated style. I simply draw like I draw. I draw what I (personally) feel looks kinda' neat. I admit that my work has become more and more stylized as I've drawn more and gotten older (Birthday, remember? Did you send a card? Probably not. Thanks.) but I still just draw like me. I try NOT to pay too close attention to what, and how, other creators draw. I can't draw like someone else. Some artists are great at mimicking. I'm not. I'd prefer to draw like me (no one) than to be at best, second best at drawing like anyone else. Manga is so hot right now that I sorta' WISH I were manga but I'm not. Why am I mentioning this? Because I'm thinking of this and I already told you - I think too much.
I am ...
I'm done. Go away.
posted by Mark A Lester at
1:54 PM
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