Pride

Today I finished the first 8 pages of my short comic story, which is what I need to send to publishers. That’s tireless hours of pencils, inks, colour, recolour, deciding against colour and lettering. I wish I could say I am proud but it’s a feeling closer to disappointment, I could blame this on the melancholic weather but I know the real reason behind it.

While working on this I learnt an awful lot. I learnt a lot about my personal style and that what seems correct isn’t always most fun or most fulfilling way to work. I learnt that I’m happier with my work when I don’t rush, but that I need to keep movement and energy so that my work doesn’t look too stiff. I learnt about colour and the effectiveness of the correct pallette. I learnt that I value certain things over others and the reason I don’t love these 8 pages is because they don’t express what I personally find most important in artwork. These things being absent mean I’m not excited by the way it looks or the way it came into being.

That being said, I am immensely proud that I’ve actually finished a large project, especially when my work space in full of half scribbles and the shadows of ideas, I’m also happy that I can take many lessons from the project and pass them onto future endeavours. Now it’s just a case of putting together a pitch and sending it off to publishers. Sounds scary but I’m looking forward to it nonetheless.