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and as we drift along
i never fail to be astounded by
the things we'll do for promises
and a song....
the bad news is my home internet is still being a butt. i can get online, but doing anything is pretty much a test of patience. the good news is, without the distraction of the internet, i am getting a lot of other work done (ha!).
decided that regardless of my pitching and rolling about writing vs. drawing, etc., i am pushing forward with Reconstruction in its sorta adapted sequential form (oh why not?). though i feel that my limited drawing skills and impatience with the progress make for alarmingly irregular panels, there are some things that just seem to me more starkly obvious in the comic-version as opposed to the written one. for instance, the fact of Lewis being so dang small, which i don't think gets emphasized enough in the book-as-written thus far (i will be see what i can do to remedy that).
See, Lewis is small. really really small. not only small because he's just sixteen, but small for sixteen, even. he could easily pass for 13 or 14 (leastways that's how i have always imagined him: downright runty at the outset). He's small enough that Morse develops a habit of resting an elbow on his shoulder as though he were a podium when they are lollygagging around camp.
unfinished inked sketch (with a quick tint thrown over it)
of Lewis in the Richmond arcade with brokers O.B. and Payton.
in a drawing, it's hard to miss the fact or allow yourself to forget how small he is.
in other project news: i've been thinking about In Pursuance of Said Conspiracy. i've been rather hard on it and myself (pawing through the last three drafts i see it's not nearly as awful as i thought it was). i don't like reading historical fiction about real people and i don't like writing it about real people. but i think i could do this without disrespecting the history if i stick mostly to the facts. i don't mind presenting the story in a context that has an agenda, but i would like to make sure it's an agenda supported by facts. dunno when i will go back to work on this. maybe in the spring when i can count off another 82 days.
sometimes images become so iconic that you
stop thinking of the people in them as real people.
these very rare images of Booth remind me that he was
a human being, whatever his (rather serious) faults.
quoth GAT: "None of the printed pictures that I have seen
do justice to Booth. Some of the cartes de visite
get him very nearly"
i don't think i would ever write a story about Booth specifically (as a living person). there are often days when i think the whole cast and crew ~ from the man in the funny hat to the least witness at the trial ~ has been abused quite enough down throughout the age.
i never fail to be astounded by
the things we'll do for promises
and a song....
the bad news is my home internet is still being a butt. i can get online, but doing anything is pretty much a test of patience. the good news is, without the distraction of the internet, i am getting a lot of other work done (ha!).
decided that regardless of my pitching and rolling about writing vs. drawing, etc., i am pushing forward with Reconstruction in its sorta adapted sequential form (oh why not?). though i feel that my limited drawing skills and impatience with the progress make for alarmingly irregular panels, there are some things that just seem to me more starkly obvious in the comic-version as opposed to the written one. for instance, the fact of Lewis being so dang small, which i don't think gets emphasized enough in the book-as-written thus far (i will be see what i can do to remedy that).
See, Lewis is small. really really small. not only small because he's just sixteen, but small for sixteen, even. he could easily pass for 13 or 14 (leastways that's how i have always imagined him: downright runty at the outset). He's small enough that Morse develops a habit of resting an elbow on his shoulder as though he were a podium when they are lollygagging around camp.
unfinished inked sketch (with a quick tint thrown over it)
of Lewis in the Richmond arcade with brokers O.B. and Payton.
in a drawing, it's hard to miss the fact or allow yourself to forget how small he is.
in other project news: i've been thinking about In Pursuance of Said Conspiracy. i've been rather hard on it and myself (pawing through the last three drafts i see it's not nearly as awful as i thought it was). i don't like reading historical fiction about real people and i don't like writing it about real people. but i think i could do this without disrespecting the history if i stick mostly to the facts. i don't mind presenting the story in a context that has an agenda, but i would like to make sure it's an agenda supported by facts. dunno when i will go back to work on this. maybe in the spring when i can count off another 82 days.
sometimes images become so iconic that you
stop thinking of the people in them as real people.
these very rare images of Booth remind me that he was
a human being, whatever his (rather serious) faults.
quoth GAT: "None of the printed pictures that I have seen
do justice to Booth. Some of the cartes de visite
get him very nearly"
i don't think i would ever write a story about Booth specifically (as a living person). there are often days when i think the whole cast and crew ~ from the man in the funny hat to the least witness at the trial ~ has been abused quite enough down throughout the age.