Dreams are odd things. I mentioned that my dream was not about doing a comic strip and that’s true and not true at the same time.   Comics are a lot of work. My art wasn’t up to par at […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…

(sorry for not blogging lately, I realized I didn’t really want to talk about the third fight but I also didn’t want to leave the story of those fights hanging without the ending lesson so I was stuck with other […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…

Three Fights Someone said something to me a few months ago that I had to think about for a while because I didn’t know why I disagreed. Essentially, he said that you don’t know who you are until you’ve been […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…

The Last Rogues did not begin as a band name, it began as a bad novel written by a Nineteen-year-old furniture shipper. How do I know it’s bad even though I haven’t read it in over twenty years? Well, I […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…

Never once in five years of taking art in school did I have a teacher who could actually draw. Not one time. The reasons for this are many, first is that art is an elective at University and the requirements […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…