A weak week (Patreon)

Blew a gasket last weekend and couldn't toil any more. I'd worked myself to a standstill. It's not been a very holidays-ish period over the last year and a half, has it? When people start saying "you're so prolific", I should remember that that means I've gone mad.

Anyway, here are the drawings I did this week as I sought mind peace, recovery, and renewal. As you will see, they speak to a certain discombobulation, then a mild bounce back. 

I have found a talented colourist to aid me in completing Steeple volume 3 so peace can return to my belfry hereon.

Thick necks. These were a bad sign, a sign that it was time to stop.

In periods of despair, my mind will call out, "I want to draw with a dead line". I used to do it all the time but it's not 100% compatible with my current way of working on comics, so I tend to go quite deep into the quarry of madness.

A search for renewal. I didn't find it in any of these troubled images but it's clear that the hunt was on.

A brief visit with Nicholas Cage's crazy Superman. A large blue area. Some new shorts. 

After some concerted rest and recuperation, a page of very enjoyable pencil drawings done at the same easel I drew the first Bobbins strips at. A sense of purpose. What is "Brian's Insides"? Maybe one day we will dig into this. I have a few Steeple stories that require standalone specials, perfect for anthology titles, convention one-offs, collaborations, and art experiments.

I hereby promise not to accidentally burn myself out again, again!