I’m making a webcomic.
It stars a cat, a badger, and a sentient custard.
It all started in 2011. I was listening to The Smiths, wearing long-sleeves in July, and feeling slightly apprehensive about going into a business program. Continue reading
If Qin Shi Huang, the thin-mustached first emperor of China, can unite warring states, slaughter his half-siblings, exile his parents, ingest mercury pills for years and still exist, then surely I can finish these extra 500 words, put an end to this long-suffering chapter, and dot a period after the final sentence in a novel or two.
Yeah. Occasionally megalomaniac warlords give me that extra push to write. Continue reading
Copic markers, pen and ink, unnatural expressions and all. This is my art style in a nutshell.
When I went to China last month, I showed some art to a cousin (whose mother is a watercolour genius) and he asked if I was illustrating for a medical journal.
“The neck looks unnatural,” he said. “And the arms, are they made of rubber?”
We laughed it off, though it got me thinking. Continue reading
I’m writing this in the car, something which I’ve had much practice doing. Continue reading
In 1996, I wiggled out of your hands in heavy traffic. You hadn’t forgotten me then, though you will soon. Continue reading
The sky is a cataract sheet. Continue reading