True Grit! Seriously, the American story is built on the idea that a man creates his own destiny through force, through sheer will (and sometimes a gun). Not something we can always be proud of, but gosh darn it, if it doesn't get my red, white, and blue blood running, nothing will.
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| Also, that is President Millard Fillmore standing in for the horse's anus. |
In the meantime, I've been apprenticing at the Studio, and it has been truly educational. I've learned so much, both through experience and direct instruction. I recently did an assignment which allowed me to draw a cartoon artist painting a horse's arse. It's not exactly the highest concept that man can aspire to, but it was a blast to do, and I got to cut my teeth on the coloring part. From step 1 to 13, this assignment was 100% me, a major turning point in my studio career, as far as production goes.
Also in the meantime, I've been working on a superhero project that that has been slowly building in my mind since high school: The Terminals. I'll scan some character sketches later and put them up on here. The basic premise is that a mysterious organization has gathered a group of superheroes who are each suffering from terminal diseases. This organization, represented by a Benefactor, offers this team all the resources they need to make the last few months of their superhero careers the most effective, meaningful, and fulfilling missions they have ever completed. The catch? The missions they accept are the "suicide missions," the ones that other heroes don't mention. These are the ones that, if revealed, would collapse the economy, cause a global panic, and end civilization.
In a choice between succumbing to disease and a glorious end, these heroes are choosing death on their own terms. But what does the Benefactor truly want? What are the motives of this mysterious organization?
Read it...once I finish writing it, that is...
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