Winged it from memory on the inking. Just wanted to play around.
I made this custom cover for a sped up, messed about version of artpop some guy made to upload to youtube and get around their copyright filter. in my mind, this is the superior version, especially because lots of commenters seem very angry about him doing this.
I changed the track names too:
I get this question once in a while, which is really flattering for work that I haven’t touched in a good few years.
Reckless Youth is sorta floundering in limbo for now, cos I’m in a different kind of mindset to the one I was in when I worked on it in school. Its harder to remember how to write it, and the kind stories I used to do in it have sorta become more mean spirited and morphed into Journey into Stupid.
Let’s say that officially for now, Reckless Youth ended with the stalactite incident.
But I never say never. Or I do say never until I stop saying never and then do the thing anyway.
I just wanted to see a bunch of the closeup bars in a row.
Inky, coloury, giant baby birdy.
Comics can be anything to anyone.
Over the course of March we are going to be showcasing a range of brilliantly talented individuals and collectives. Today I want to have some fun though, and…
Aww yiss, gimme dem props
The Globster, Conan, Lovecraft (derp derp derp)
Lil bit gross…
Q:Anyone tell you you kinda look like Arin Hansen
A whole buncha times. truth is, Arin looks like me.
He stole this look off me in 1984, when we were both serving in the RAF. a pair of crack pilots ready for anything. Oh we had our chuckles back then, brawling with the other lads, putting thumb tacks in our superiors’ boots. That was the way the armed forces was meant to be. It’s not like that anymore I tells ya.
Anyway, there we were flying over enemy airspace, when Egoraptor made his move, I was up front, with Arin manning the guns, there was no way I could have known what he was planning.
I felt a sharp tug at the top of my scalp, and another, and another. “Ow” I said “What the hell are you doing, Arin!? Jerry’s going to catch wind of the attack if we wind up going into a nose dive because you keep pulling my hair. Save it for the Barracks!”
But he didn’t stop. Another two sharp tugs and I felt the skin of my entire head pull away wetly. He had it. he took my face… off…
Then he put it over his own. he used to look like this: http://i.imgur.com/z4vc6H9.jpg
needless to say, as a bloody shadow of my former self, I wasn’t allowed to continue as part of her majesty’s army and was discharged. I made a humble living as a goatherd, wearing this ridiculous prosthetic face: http://i.imgur.com/XGUboFW.jpg
Eventually my own grew back and I was allowed to return to society. But Arin’s still out there yuckin’ it up.
the fucking punk.
In short, I prefer two best friends play.