I have a big folder in my room full of little folders full of pages of comics. There are a lot of comics in this folder. I have actually stopped being able to fit all of my comics in the big Comic folder, and have opted for manilla rather than plastic in the last few years, making the Comic folder more of a metaphorical space in my mind.
I put them all here, in as chronological an order as I could if you wanna read.
In the last 5 years I have kept an annual comic folder containing any project I happen to be working on. I've put a bit of work into the notation for these too in case you were interested in the more personal side of my work
a year of music and street art
not the newest of the years
Year of else
2018 was a very slow year for my comic folder.
2017 was a fun year for me, I had just turned fourteen and I was on a creative high. I wrote a lot of comics inspired by the Jhonen Vasquez Comics and R. Crumb that my dad had kept sealed away in our front room for so long. It was a time of fine-lining bliss.
Missed potential year.
Nothing year.
I am aware that there is a somewhat unbearable amount of Marblehead so I've tried to make this section somewhat compact. I would churn these out in one or two sittings and really couldn't care less about quality. These comics are hard to read, without substance and almost devoid of any charm due to how cynically they were created in the first place. I dislike these comics.
Marblehead comes to life
the first Marblehead one pagers and the first full comic
Dawn of Adventure
introducing Virus, this comic was to be the start of a monthly series.
Darkness of Destruction
further world building, written in two sittings
the Rise of Evil Docter not Dorito
I didn't even bother to spell-check the title. This was another series, completed in three sittings.
More Marblehead
a folder full of even more Marblehead. Woohoo.
From the end of year 3 to the end of year 4 I would write comics constantly.
I attended a Steiner school where comics with their hard outlines and dark colours were looked down upon, so in the rebellion of my youth I would secretly write comics in class and at in the playground. 'Demented' comics about bananas that would eat monkeys and Star Wars, except they swore and went to the toilet. Intense stuff, most of which is sadly lost. The stuff that I do still have is fairly mild and pretty boring and low effort but it's here.
the First few of these I think I gave to my teacher who threw them out. My mum says they were really good but the rest of the series kinda isn't.
a Comic about cats and mice or something, the subject matter is really weird actually, the mice are strangely technologically advanced and the cat dies.
When I was essentially kicked out of that school for my wicked comics and relative literacy, I was home-schooled for a few months. I did not learn a whole lot because my mum wanted me to do her philosophy course, and also wasn't a good teacher. But the time at home allowed me to write.
I had pile of orange paper from my friend's dad who worked at a paper company or something so I decided to turn it into a comic magazine like the ones about fat people my dad wouldn't let me read.
Smat was based on this cool design I'd drawn on the back of my crayon box in Steiner school. A dog with long twisting ears and red eyes. pretty sick
This is the end of the Comics Folder