So I had a great and terrible desire for these artist’s models and although I don’t really draw enough to justify them, it so happened that my great and terrible desire aligned with the Irish date for Mother’s Day, so Ted got ’em for me as a mother’s day gift. They arrived yesterday (just in time for American Mother’s Day!) and I just spent an hour or more fiddling with them. Conceptually they’re pretty damn terrific. The articulation is as good as it looks. They have nifty little boxes for…
I got a package in the mail today from Leah Moore, for whom I drew a silly little comic recently (which I’ll be posting soon, in fact!). It contained a watercolor sketchbook and a dip pen and ink and I thought AW YOU DARLING! and said AW YOU DARLING! to her on Twitter. “Have you looked inside the sketchbook yet?” she asked. “NO!” I said, “LET ME GO DO THAT RIGHT NOW!” “I’ll wait,” sez she, and I ran downstairs to open the sketchbook and inside was THIS! OMFG OMG…
So the postman knocks on the door and I’m all “postman, huh, weird, I wonder what he’s delivering, I’m not expecting anything,” and he hands me this thing that says “art” on the customs slip and I’m all like “art? art? i don’t think i ordered any art? what–oh, from Eleri? Oh, she must have seen something that made her think of me, how sweet of her,” all this while I’m opening the package, and I open it so I’m looking at the back and it says “Joanne’s Story” and…
I tell you, I look at Questionable Content all the time and think, “If I did a web comic five days a week every week for ten years I too would improve hugely with my artistic skills. That would be so great. I should do that!” Then I go “ahahahah in my copious free time ahahahaha ideas ahahahah :p” and that’s pretty much the end of that. Still. It would be cool.
Here is the utterly wonderful story of how S.C. Butler/ met Stan Lee.