The Dynamic Duo

Circa 1982. Right before I began my fascination with art it was hot and muggy, but then again, I just described most every day in the Dominican Republic. My sister and I were just told that our mom would be traveling to New York. We were to stay in DR and await our visas. "What the hell does that even mean?", were probably the words that must've danced in my head at that age. I'm sure it was explained to me in more detail because somehow I recall understanding that we were not going to see our mom for a while.

We were to stay with some distant cousins, (this is all the info I got later on in life after asking who the hell those people were). Why couldn't we stay not with closer family members? My mom believed my sister and I to be a set, akin to Batman and Robin, Hawk and Dove, Tom and Jerry, Abbott and Costello. You get the idea, right? So, she didn't want to separate us while she was going to be away, and every close family member she asked could only handle one of us at a time. Even though my mom was to send money to them for our care taking, it was probably too much for any one of them to take on two more kids. More on this next time when I continue the story.

It may seem like there are so many characters in this poster and how the heck could I tackle all of them by myself? It's easier when you are drawing digitally and using layers. I am able to  can draw each character in separate layers and move them around until I get the composition that works for me, although I start with an initial composition in mind and have a rough sketch of what I want it to look like, sometimes things don't always wind up the way you intend them. Bob Ross called it "Happy little accidents".

A Whole New Universe

I love comics. I've always loved them, but there was always something exciting about creating my own comic characters. Through out the next chapter of my life (Puberty), Jose and I began our crazy journey of creating a universe. That universe is what I like to call The Show Comic Universe, at least for now, because I don't have an actual name for it.

New Project

Adam and I are collaborating again with yet another poster. Here are some initial sketches for it. Again, I'm doing the pencil work while he will lay down the colors for this baby.

I Like The Feeling

There was a time in my life when I could draw mostly anything that I looked at. It was one of those skills I had perfected at the unripe age of 9. It mostly came from practice and the passion for wanting to draw anything. I was like a hawk perched atop of the world, looking down at things but instead of looking for a juicy morsel, I was looking for a subject to draw.

I met Jose that same year. He was the first kid my age that could draw. Before that, there was only me. We became good friends after that. He could draw people from his head, something I couldn't do. He used no visual reference at all, at least not any I saw. He even showed me how. Apparently, he memorized muscles from the exaggerated versions of super heroes and so his interpretation of them were these bubbles that conveyed the message that they were muscles. I wish I had a copy of it. It looked pretty cool. Still, I could not understand how he had memorized those things. I had memorized songs, and other things, but never muscles or faces, but heck, I was impressed by the skill and so I sought to learn how to do it myself. The feeling was exactly like the one I got when my cousin first showed me how he drew those little figurines for me. I wrote a step by step blog that showed how he did it (at least how I remember him doing it).

To this day I still get that feeling when I finish a project. Thanks to Adam and Omar, this project has been finished.

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I Never Gave Up Drawing

About 2 years after we first met, my wife and I married, but before we did, she told me she had to go to California and asked me if I would go with her. I remember it like it was just yesterday. I didn't even let her finish the sentence when I answered "YES!" Flash forward to 2017 and we are now Californians. Things have a way of materializing if you keep a focused mind on it. I've always wanted to have a family of my own and here I stand today with just that. I'm completely grateful for that and more, like the time when I went back to the Dominican Republic on vacation with my mom and sister.

It was a summer vacation, one of many I had taken courtesy of my mom. I can't remember the exact amount of time we spent there. It could've been a month, but it felt like a lifetime. I was 12 years old and I remember packing my sketchbooks and comics so I could draw on the plane. All this in case I ran into my cousin, the one who introduced me to comic book characters like Batman and Superman. I remember feeling the humid heat and the sun beating down on me and stronger than in New Yok, but it felt good. It felt like home. After a couple of days meeting up with my mom's side of the family, we visited my father's mother, "Abuela". It was at her house that I caught up with my cousin. It had been about 5 years since I'd seen him. He was excited to see me, but I was more excited to show him my drawings how much I have learned when it came to drawing. I could not contain my excitement, but that was soon snuffed out like a birthday candle when I asked him if I could see HIS work, to which he said: "I don't draw anymore." My jaw dropped in disbelief. "How could this be?", I thought. "You inspired me to draw and now you don't? What does this mean for me?" "Will I give it up too?" I think he noticed my disappointment but he did compliment my art and told me I probably drew better than he did. I never did give up drawing.

Interested

It couldn't have been more perfect. It was as if the universe orchestrated the events exactly as they needed to be in order to get me here. I met my wife by accident at a studio where I was creating storyboards and she was editing videos for commercials and short films. When I first saw her, I seriously thought she was Latina, but that thought died when I heard her accent. She sounded Russian. My interest was peaked, but it was more out of curiosity and the insatiable feeling of finding out if that was indeed a Russian accent. I mean, if you saw her, you would also think she was Latina, but that's a story for another time.

Adam started the color process already by adding the flats to this poster. I'll continue to post progress as he provides me with updates. I'm interested in what he's going to do with the layout. I inked each character on a separate layer for him to be able to move them around easily if he wasn't happy with the composition and I see he did that already.

Auto Pilot

Although the decision to move 3,000 miles away from where I rested my head every night came abruptly, it wasn't as if I had not been thinking about it for a while. About 10 years prior to my move, I visited Los Angeles and practically fell in love with the west coast. I can see why Tupac stayed. I had been thinking about making the move even before I met my wife. I had already started to make some crucial research in what I needed to live in California. I remember reaching out to my friend and asking her if she had any tips she could send my way. She did. It wasn't long after that I felt I could actually start my big goal to become a west coaster. Sometimes things happen to stop you dead in your tracks. I can't remember what it was that halted my progress but I do know that it would be another 8 years or so before I ever had California on the brain again. Speaking of brains, I think I finished with all the inks without even realizing it. What I do next is pass it on to the incredible Atom (Adam Harris) so he can lay some color on it.