I unearthed a find this evening!
Some of my old comics that I’d forgotten I ever drew in the first place – characters that had been a part of every day – were coming back to me.
I look at this work and I’m kind of jealous because I remember the feeling of fearlessness as I drew, colored and fleshed out the story. There wasn’t any second-guessing or self-doubt…all the insecurities that I developed when I went to art school.
I want to get that feeling back.
Also, It’s nice to know that I’ve always loved making comics.