My wife (Annette) broke her arm on Sunday. Dislocated her elbow too (which all told is potentially worse than a simple fracture). She’s fine, but it’s thrown my rather compulsive page-a-day process into a bit of freefall.
I love one page stories. They hold a special place in my heart. You can draw an entire story in one day and within that story is an entire universe, you can go as crazy as you like, experiment how you fancy. It’s 2000AD’s future shock format compressed into an even smaller place.
There’s a lot of stages in a comic book career. And sometimes you end up revisiting them. I’m at a stage where I can sell some of my original artwork (certainly not all of it or even most of it) though I don’t use dealers.
Hey ho! First week of Feb nearly done, so here’s where I stand: