Caught Between A Rock And A Damp Place
Now that’s how a comic page oughtta look.
Or, rather: I got my holy-grail-crazy-expensive japanese brush pen to work right. I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before, but to reitierate – the inimitable Ms. Flyky (to whom I’m married) bought me a lavish gift for Christmas 2010. One of these:
And it’s been sitting in a drawer because it just didn’t feel right. Too much ink flow. Turns out it made a big difference when I tried using the ink cartridges that came with it. Yesterday. Over a year later. So, duh, now I have an INCREDIBLE brush. Like, a forged-from-the-bones-of-a-frost-giant-and-handed-down-by-the-gods-to-fend-off-ragnarok +1 pen. It’s like inking with a living thing. I’m probably going to start talking to it. Heck, I should probably give it a name, then.
Anyway, in case you didn’t realize this about me – I’m pretty sure that I’m only as good of an artist as my tools will allow. So expect big things from me and Percy. Percy the pen.
See, I’m a good writer because I’m alliterative.
ps: I’m sure it’ll turn into dust tomorrow. In that case, disregard any expectations this post has created in you.