Chiller
Mental case
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I did the cartooning thing for about a year when I was in my 20s. I taught a class, had a weekly thing and sold a few freelance. Too hard coming up with ideas- especially after I started getting drunk all the time. I think I wasn't happy with things. Photography, which came much later, seems to work for me and my imagination. Always something I want to try. Sometimes, when I've had a good day, I feel like throwing everything in the garbage can and moving on, on a high note. I probably would too. I'd like to get more/back into writing, but I know I'd need a picture of something and have to dig all my junk out of the can.
My cartooning started during lunch at work. I had worked at a company with about 150 employees and quite a few "cartoon characters" there. I would sit on lunch and start to turn fellow employees into cartoon charcters, and after a while, they were at battle in cartoon form. It was strange to suddenly have this popularity within the company, and then my cartoons started to appear on the lunchroom bulletin board. Word of mouth got around, and then the "not so cartoon character" employees would ask why they were not included in the daily skit.


It was strange at the time, cause at night, I created death, gravestones, halloween props, and during the day, I was creating humorous cartoons. That company eventually sunk during the last recession. Many of my cartoons became dark.
With my imagination, it constantly grows. One vision leads to another, and somehow it either leads to my halloween stuff, or a photograph. I even get people at work bringing me "stuff" they find on the side of the road, and say...."can you do something with this"

