So here's the story. This past Friday, I was starting to feel really blocked, like I couldn't get any art out of myself. Aside from my current commissions, I wasn't feeling like drawing at all. I was so down that I was considering writing a huge journal talking about how I was going to put art aside for good and focus on writing.
Then I cleared my head and said wait a minute...time to stop planning things and trying to make ideas happen. Ever since I was a kid, everything I ever managed to finish was something that I made up as I went along. They have a word for creators like that: pantsters, or people who create by the seat of their pants. But for the last several years, I've been trying to be a plotter, trying to meticulously piece everything together. Thus I had the longest streak of incomplete stuff. I went and bought a 12 oz. can of Red Bull, downed it and decided to stop thinking about it. This and the two pages that follow, were the result.
I have absolutely no plan in mind for this story. I made up the whole thing as I went along. I even drew it out of order (I actually drew the second page first, then the third page, and this first page came last). It's not done. I'm going to find some way to finish it though. I'm just going to keep going with the flow. Make a panel layout and just fit in there whatever feels right (I've already started page four--seems it might flow into a plan now). Because this is the most intense drawing I've done in a long time and it feels good.
Christiana © Jonathan Price