It was thank to a random incident.
When i was a kid and i was playing with my cousins, for some reason i found a rock in my toy box. I mockingly used it as a "character". This character was an inanimate object.
I made "Rocky" the hero of this story and we laughed a lot. That incident remained in my memory for many years. I had to make a story with that concept, so i started drawing Rocky the rock. The people i showed the story loved it, and i had a lot of fun doing it. Many years later i decided to improve the story and post it here.
Edit: adding a link to my comic
My story is a mix of things. I always have a battle within myself with one parent telling me to pursue a more practical field and one telling me to be happy and pursue something creative, even if I don't make a lot of money. Long story short, I choose a very accelerated track and also have a hobbling writing/art career that I have surprisingly also kept up. Then recently the creative parent passed and I felt this void, so I have a year of the practical field left to finish and I have amazingly written 16 short stories and 2 comics in one year alone. I'd like to think that that would make my parent happy. So that's why dead end florals is dedicated to my mom.
The second person who its dedicated to is someone who I had to leave behind. That person didn't really understand why I was over-extending myself to pursue two careers when one already pays very well. I wish I could've had that person understand why it was important to keep art in my life.
Eh, there's a few reasons why I made the comic I did.
- I wanted to improve with drawing cities, and perspective.
- Growing up I saw things like mental illness used as a cheap way to villainize a character, or both mental and physical illness being used as a lazy way to force sympathy on a character without the author doing any research or only bringing up these problems for convenience. Getting a little sick of it I wanted to make a story where those subjects where a major focus, treating them with a sense of humanity, and a part of the character's life rather than a plot device.
- I really like characters who are flawed visually and personality wise. People irl suck, and I wanna show how much they can suck via my comic.
- It's fun making fictional characters suffer.
- Friend and family love are the best kind of love imo, and I feel like those aren't touched on enough in stories.
- I wanted an outlet for my frustrations, and depressive thoughts. Analyzing dark, abysmal stuff via a comic helps put my own feelings into perspective. Having a comic also gives me a purpose drawing wise, which is good because drawing is like a coping mechanism, and helps me relax after being stressed out all day.
I'd say my current project is moderately important to me, it touches on subjects I really enjoy working with while being a tool for my emotional benefit and improving my mad skillz.
I had this OC I really wanted to make use of, but none of the worlds I made for him could stick long enough for me to work on them and I kind of don't see a point of having OCs if they don't belong somewhere. And also I really badly wanted to make a comic about him. After many changes in his appearance and many tries at making a story I finally talked to my best friend about my problem. She gave me a "kick in the butt" and few ideas, so I could finally work on my series and now I'm motivated enough to keep it going even though it's still very new. xD
I've always wanted to tell slice-of-lifeish/adventure-y stories set in a semirealistic world about kids growing up and whatnot. finding that story within the world has been my struggle, buut I'm getting there!
I've noticed i like telling emotional stories with "lessons" if you will that might help readers struggling with a similar problem irl. so i guess, besides exploring a new medium, i want to help people via sensitive storytelling, because why not? plus I've got a ton of original characters I'd like to introduce to the world!!
(also because comics are the poor man's animated film and Hollywood sucks amiright?)
Hm.... I've loved drawing comics ever since I was little but I never got to finish any story because I got discouraged from the amount of effort, commitment and also I wasn't good then. I grew up and started leaning towards traditional visual art/illustrations and once got used to the workload, researched various materials I started doing comics again because my friends loved my gag doodles... as to why I do the genre I do, because I'm a total weeb and sucker for Japanese manga.
I started True Faith as a vent novel after a recent breakup. I had some prior inspiration and a very different start, but it involved killing kids so no...
My other two stories were sparked more by the creative juices needing a bit of direction. And I just happen to have a love of shapeshifters. She Walks Softly was very loosely inspired by On A Leash and the deer woman legend. Murder aside, it was originally intended to be somewhat lighthearted, in contrast to True Faith.
I initially wrote Flirting With Death as a class assignment, and it was just one scene. The scene I first wrote is the second scene of the second chapter, where Jason confronts Foreas about how he lied his way into his life.
It was also a massive love letter to Hellblazer - especially the storyline where John has lung cancer and faces the possibility of dying and going to hell. Similarly, my main character is a reckless asshole who learns he is close to death. However, unlike John he cannot face it alone and has no choice but to let powerful beings lead the way. He kind of learns to be more humble.
It has evolved into something that reflects certain aspects of my own relationship with my partner, only without the lies and death lol.
As for From The Sky I basically wrote it to show off the character cast, which is why it's all character-driven comedy.
I loved the idea of personifying different types of weather, and the first two I designed were Nimbostratus and Cirrus. Cumulonimbus actually came to me a couple of strips into posting.
Eventually I took a really long hiatus but I came back to it (with no steady upload schedule, as before) because I wanted to make some improvements and I had even more character ideas that I'm excited to flesh out.
Well the story I'm working on has characters that my friend and I created a long time ago when we were younger. Being able to bring back those characters and do something new with them seemed like a fun idea and now that it's starting to come together I'm just enjoying the ride and seeing where these characters end up.
The reason I originally made Aiiro No Kunoichi was... really dumb tbh. Literally I was super into that whole "pirates vs. ninjas" meme at the time, and I wanted to make a cool ninja character because I felt like pirates were too popular. Like I said, really dumb.
The reason I continue making it is because the characters grew on me over the years, with a few of them even being particularly well-liked by my friends, so I didn't want to give up on them. Also they have some interesting stories that I still need to tell, haha.
I'll be upfront. The reason I work so hard on my comic is because it literally saved my life.
Several years ago I was in a really tough place mentally, and there were days that I didn't want to exist anymore. It got really, really bad. I was getting help, but every day was a struggle especially when all I wanted to do was stop being alive.
The only thing that kept me going really was working on Kamikaze. It gave me something to do when the demons weren't letting up. Something to think about and put energy into. If I was working on Kamikaze, I wasn't thinking about hurting myself. I buried myself in Markesha's world, and making Kamikaze helped me hang on until I got the help I needed.
I know it sounds dumb, but Markesha and company saved me from myself. I work so hard on her story because to do anything less would be an insult. She saved me. Now it's my turn to make sure her story is told. <3
Quite a few reasons:
Space dragons and their counterparts, space dragons slayers are incredibly under-utilized in a fantasy/sci-fi setting.
Space and the deep sea are incredibly similar, so why not combine them? All of the dragons in Anarchy of the Galaxy are going to be based on some type of sea creature and a dragon/wyvern.
I had an idea of Jedi scaling dragons like Wander does in Shadow of the Colossus and wanted to make a story around it.
A lot of story elements are homage to Yasumi Matsuno and George R.R. Martin. More on that as the story progresses.
Combining sea creatures with dragons is REALLY HARD if you are not a. Using a moray eel as a base, b. Using a shark/whale/turtle as a base. It took me a long time to figure out what a Japanese dragon and an jellyfish would look like fused together. In doing this I grow, which leads me to my last point.
I want to be amazing. And I can’t get there if I’m not drawing EVERY SINGLE DAY and having it be a priority. Having a comic that you post regularly to ensures that you will get better. I remember I used to make 60-120 pg personal comics when I was in grade school. I grew so much from that. I also want this to be my career, so I don’t have to live my life unfulfilled.
I wanted too write a story with deep lore, also I wanted humans to not exist in my story because i've seen too many fantasy stories with humans. I made each race have their own culture and anatomy, making sure it was somewhat noticeable even down to the small things.
If I take away those reasons. I wanted to write and that's it.
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Hmmm... how to say this without writing a bible?
I want to tell a story where people can think and have fun at the same time. A story that you will finish the last episode and say "holy crap, that was good." And for myself only, I want to create something and take it to end, to feel that I'm capable of finish things.
And because space, aliens and political stuff is my thing <3
Oh my goodness this is fun but also reminds me the reason I started to write this monster:
Lets see I had started spring semester of college and I was only in one class, my favorite professors creative writing class. At the time, I was going through a lot of things because I wanted to be someone else. I didnt want to be me because in my head, the me at the time wasnt up to standards of what I wanted if that makes sense.
So I started to change. I started to dress better, dye my hair, open myself up to more friendships. The complete opposite of how I use to be. However, during that time, the past where I use to hurt people started to follow me. Stalk me constantly. It never left me and dragged my guilt threw the mud.
Whenever I succeeded in going out with people and having a good time some how some way, an old ex friend would find me and tear me down or something I did would be brought up and I tried to play it off but the more I started to try and stray away from what I truly was, the more my past would haunt me. Belittle me. Tell me that I was nothing more than trash.
So I would sit down and listen to "Price of Freedom" by Dday One. I started to think that, I wasn't the only one who was running away from their past. At some point, everyone tries to hide who they really were at one point because they appeared to be an ugly person or they did some terrible things. And one day, I was in tears from something, I had asked myself "What is the price of freedom?" What does it take for us, who made mistakes in the past, to be free from that.
And then the story was born XD