The plan had not been to draw a cartoon for Record Store Day. In fact, I’d been thinking about a record shopping–themed drawing for a long time. This one was fully sketched, with a little inking already done, when I realized that today was Record Store Day. So I used that as motivation to finish. So, yay!
This one was fun to draw, especially the albums—got to put the Tombows to the test. Matching colors was harder than I expected, largely because I have a Crayola 8-pack sense of color. Yeah, the visible records magically changed from frame to frame. Sue me.
It was important to me to get the likenesses of the enabler characters, and I’m reasonably pleased with how they came out (at least in frame 3).
It’s been awhile. As usual, the problem is lack of ideas and not lack of will or opportunity. Sigh. I’m trying to get past the barrier of waiting for or trying to think of the perfect cartoon idea—the whole “the perfect is the enemy of the good [or at least adequate]” thing—but old habits die hard. I’m working on being more open to ideas, even if they seem ridiculous or bizarre.
And that leads us here. A project Lisa and I recently completed, to our surprise and delight, was cheaply reupholstering the chairs and bench from the table set we bought after we finished our basement. As we were working on this endeavor, it occurred to me how much abuse the poor basement table has been subjected to. It seemed as good an idea as any to get me drawing.
The usual comments, explanations, apologies, and disclaimers: In case the blonde hair isn’t enough of a clue, the girl in panel 4 is NOT Maia. I forgot to color in the cats in panel 6, so I used my old scan-print-color-scan-edit trick to overlay new, colored-in cats. Technology!
Sigh. I’m afraid I’ve lost my Inktober mojo. Some of that is the uninspiring prompts (I got nothing for “angular” and “swollen”). Most of it is my inability to stay focused. Not giving up yet, but there’ll be a lot of gap days.
This one’s pretty obscure. According to my baby book (which my mom was quite diligent in maintaining), when I was very little (like, just-starting-to-talk little) I mistook Heublein Tower in Simsbury (near my home town of Canton) for a…baby bottle. Easy mistake, right? They probably still get that a lot up on Talcott Mountain. Anyway, I apparently got very excited whenever I saw it and chanted “bottle! bottle!” Even if Marts hadn’t dutifully noted this in my baby book, I’d still know it because this is a part of family lore. I’ve heard “bottle! bottle!” from my siblings all my life.
As an aside, as a little kid I apparently was also able to triangulate on Heublein Tower and use it to determine where we were going. So I had that working for me.
Anyway, this whole bit of nonsense is the first thing I thought of when I saw “bottle” as a prompt. It’s probably a good thing none of my family knows I have this blog.
I’m getting a lot of satisfaction out of (mostly) hanging with these Inktober drawings. I think it’s that the prompts are “forcing” me to draw. For me, “cartoonist’s block” is mostly a product of not being able to think of things to draw.
Back to Inktober prompt “double-dipping” here. Not sure if this is what is called “forced perspective”; it’s definitely not something I’ve done a lot.