I went to Mocca. I got through the waiting list to get a table(I got a couple offers to share one, so thanks to those of you that got in touch). I spent the three nights before getting together all my material from scratch.
This was the second major convention I would attend, first time as an alleged artist. I was rushed, stressed, pressured, exhausted. It did not start well. My brow furrowed and sturdy at the thought of this kind of shit being prominent in the rest of my life. It was tedious, and almost unbearably hot in the giant room. I constantly combated hunger and the urge to pass out. I had a great time. I took money from many people without shame, and I hope they felt satisfied for their dollar. Super-Champ
Nick Gazin, who looks kind of like my friend Marc, got my first ever convention sketch, along with a certified note saying as much. Found some really good comics, great artists who won't be forgotten. I've applied to the brotherhood. This is what I tried to push on you:
"The Middle" is a 2-part, 12-page thing that would sound ridiculous if I tried to explain. It's got a Moebius-vibe to it (ripped him off).
"Real Bad" is sort of like a crime story, but with no cops, and is really just about a neurotic kid and a charming brute getting together. Inky, Vertigo-y. Ripped off Risso, Pope, Munoz.
I also showed off some pages from a graphic novel I'm drawing for Casterman.
Last, I showed a project I'm working on independently called 'Everett'. It's your childhood put through the filter of David Lynch and the Muppets. Little bit of Calvin and Hobbes in there too. It's pretty weird, and I can't imagine anyone else wanting to read it, but I've decided to finish it and let others determine that.
I'm very curious, would it be worth while for me to make an online store where you can buy my home-made comics, or would you prefer to just read them on my site for free. They're there anyway. E-mail me and tell me.
