I’ve been trying to come up with fun things to do for Patreon awards and one of the ideas I had was doing commission work or giving away some of the original, unphotoshopped drawings. There are two problems.
The first is I draw with Sharpies. Sharpie pens and markers are fast and produce a good looking line without a lot of work. In fact the lines are often gorgeous, but over time while the Sharpies ink is color fast and will not fade, the paper I’ve drawn on will be destroyed by the chemicals in the pens. No one is going to want a piece of art that will self destruct in an ugly way eventually. So I have to find pens that do the same thing as quickly and nicely, but that won’t destroy the paper.
I’ll keep working on the Patreon ideas, but two of the best ones are short-circuited by the way I draw. Oh bother.
This week has been really rough. I have been paying close attention to two issues that mean a lot to me: Ebola and the shooting death of an unarmed young man, Michael Brown, in Ferguson, MO. I feel very strongly about both of them. Regarding Ebola, I have done a small four part series, but no one really cared, but I have done four cartoons about Ferguson and have pissed off two people on Comic fury.
Three of the four cartoons have tried to address the problem as I see it: corrupt and racist police and political opportunists. No one cares except to say I am wrong.
This is coupled with a long term discussion I have been having at work about the legalization of pot. I have three great arguments about why pot should be legal, but I reject the argument that pot should be legal because it is just as unhealthy or as healthy as alcohol and tobacco. This enraged the young people at work.
I am too old, they said. Old people should just keep quiet or simply surrender to those who know more than I do. This hurts.
It really hurts.
My comics have been rejected and my thoughts on pot have been rejected because I am old nor because of anything else.
When I watch the news about Mike Brown. I notice it is no longer about the young man who was killed by another young man and the people who are angry because they have been oppressed for centuries. The news is about the over-militarization of the police. The news is about what media activists are saying or what the rebels are saying. The news is not about the people who have been hurt.
So I point this out and I enrage or offend people. Maybe I’m missing the point. Maybe I am too old.
Today I took my old roommate Jim shopping. He doesn’t have a car. Jim shops for himself and the other ex-roommate, Ken, who also doesn’t have a car, but also doesn’t have a job. Ken hasn’t had a job since 2007, so Jim takes care of everything for both of them.
While shopping, I got thirsty and so liking to try new stuff reached for the newest soda from Walmart, Coconut Wave. Most cocoanut flavored drinks taste reasonable, but this stuff was hideous. The after-taste was noxious and later when I burped, I could smell it.
Do not drink this stuff. Ever. Unless you already like nasty drinks (like Pepsi), then you might like it.
Well, I’m a bit worried today. I am going to submit twenty four of the most recent cartoons I’ve drawn to two comic syndication companies, Creator’s Syndicate and King Features Syndicate. Of the last twenty four comics I’ve drawn, only the Nile Rodgers portrait will not be submitted. Basically, everything from early June beginning with Nouri al-Maliki to today’s Robert Redford comic all squished down to four-to-a-page printed pages will be sent off with an accompanying cover letter.
I was so worried, I reformatted the submissions pages four different times. I hate what I have now, but it is informative with all my contact information and the dates each of the pieces were published.
Anyway, here I go.
and Home again.