April Life Update: Drawing again! (Patreon)

In a couple of days I’ll be turning 47. Yep, fourty-seven years young. 

I can say with pretty good confidence that I’m at lest to the halfway point of my  life at this age; assuming I live to a ripe-old-age like some of my relatives. And assuming I don’t mysteriously die in a freak drawing accident. 

Morbidity aside. 

I think it’s good to think about death every now and then. It‘s a reminder to keep focused. To keep trying new things. To take life seriously. The clock is ticking and none of us know when we will breath our last breath. Somehow that gives me hope.

Okay, morbidity aside for real this time.

I had an argument the other day with a friend about if he would want to know his future. More specifically, would he want to know when he would die. I argued that I wouldn’t want to know, because knowing something like that would mess up my brain too much and I wouldn’t be able to focus on the “now”. My friend argued that he would, in fact, want to know his future because then he could confidently walk down his path in life being prepared for his death. 

But I just don’t think a person is supposed to know the future because I think it would lead to a variety of side effects like… recklessness—thinking you can get away with something dangerous becuase after all, it isn’t your time to die yet.

Perhaps the most of the damage would be to those around you. Those closet to you. If you knew your future—or thought you knew your future—your overconfidence would lead to overconfident decisions, that might end up influencing the people in your life. Don’t all your actions and words have an influence on the people you come in contact with? Kinda like the Butterfly Effect? Perhaps your future knowledge will start to gather followers who view you as a profit or even a god. If you knew the future, could you convince someone to NOT follow you? Even if you only know your future, not theirs. 

And so, what if you knew somehow, that you would die rich—on your 90th birthday. You forge ahead with this confidant knowledge of your wealth and longevity by celebrating. You rent a new Ferrari and test it’s limits with your best friends. You find a long stretch of empty road and hit 100 miles per hour without a problem. Everyone is happy about their hope in the known future.

So what happened next? Well, Nothing you would expect anyway. 

You all return home celebrating the knowledge of a long life and future riches being proven true. You promise to share your wealth with your friends, but not before you mysteriously fall into a coma (for no reason in particular) and are left plugged into machines in a hospital basement for the rest of your life, until at the ripe old age of 90 years old. But before your death, a distant relative also passes away, leaving you his billion dollar fortune, all while you are still comatose.  The hospital learns they can claim all your wealth upon your death as long as they keep you alive until the ripe old age of 90 years old.

But what happened to the friends? I don’t know, but it sounds like a good backstory for an emotional, faith based, psychological, thriller, murder mystery novel. ;)

Seriously! Morbidity aside for really real this time. 

The reason I’m talking about knowing the future is because a few years ago I came across the book of Enoch. One of the later chapters is a vision that Enoch had that he called The History of The World from Start to Finish (told with animals). 

I fell in love with this vision when I first read it and always imagined that it could easily be turned into a graphic novel one day. 

So here you go, the first 2 spreads of the vision of Enoch, told with animals. I’ll keep sharing the pages with you here on Patreon only. Eventually I’d like to put it on Amazon as a print-on-demand book, but who knows when that will happen. 

And just so you know, I’m drawing this all on my ipad with Procreate. :) I’ve been trying to learn to draw in a very simple style for the last few years (on my ipad) and I figured that this would be a good comic to try it on. Don’t worry, I’m not changing my style—I just don’t want to be working on the same story until I’m 90 years old. Because we all know what’s going to happen when I turn 90!

Thanks again for all your support! See you soon with more Enoch pages.

Jason