Art & Comics

The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.


In March 1996 I was finishing the second issue of my comic book, Nightmare. I was really into it and it seemed I would continue drawing it forever. I think I’d even sketched the entirety of the third issue already. I loved Nightmare because it was my outlet for doing the type of art I wanted to be doing, instead of the art I was being asked to do in Drawing class.

At least I felt like I had a kindred spirit in Erik, who also seemed to struggle with the demands of our art teachers to draw more “normal” things or whatever. He might’ve struggled, but in the end he still did well. I, on the other hand, did relatively bad.

In the spring semester I believe I was in class with Rachael as well and we were doing nudes. The thing I remember most about the nudes was that there were more men than women. The men were always more physically fit and such than the women, with the exception of one woman who did turn me on a bit, despite the fact that your not supposed to think those things in art class.

To be honest, I think this might have been the first time outside of a television screen that I’d seen a real, live naked person. It was oddly exciting and disturbing all at the same time.

It was also quite cold up in that studio and I couldn’t understand how they stood there naked in front of the big windows with very little obstruction to the outside.

Anyway, I drew my comic book and I enjoyed that ten times more than I enjoyed working on drawing assignments. It seemed like that was a pattern in college. I took classes that I thought were going to be interesting, that I thought were going to tap into the interests I had outside of school, and then they turned out to be less interesting than the work I did on my own.