Walk on, baby, walk on.

I actually got some pretty good criticism today.

Apparently my characters’ eyes seem slightly unfocused? I tried to deal with that in this piece.

And someone said they’d be happy to read a comic in this visual style if they could tell what it were about.

Well, I have known for a long time that my output was unfocused, but it’s different hearing someone else say it, and say it like it matters. When no one seemed to be reading anything I did, and no one seemed to like my art, it didn’t seem to matter so much.

I think my comic, or the pretence that there is such a thing, is basically dead. Even on my comic tumblr, a lot of recent posts aren’t in comic strip form. And I’m not sure that I care. I don’t have a webcomic, I have an art diary.

How long am I going to keep up an art diary, while not even trying to write? Maybe not that much longer. I’ve been thinking of giving it up for a while.

This last week I really thought about doing some strips, and more serious ones. I could pick up the abandoned Fergus Barry sequence from 2013, even.

But the complexity of rendering what’s in my head, and the limitations of my artistic skill, get in the way of writing comic strips. It’s easier to do one or the other, and lately I’ve chosen art over writing.

And I’ve hit a stretch where I think maybe I should give it all up.

Today’s a good day to call it. The comic is over for now. I never could get it together.

I’ll probably still do some art on my personal blog for a while.

But if I’m to write, I may just write prose. That sounds freeing.