I’ve been playing around with Photoshop lately, in a modest effort to tease and annoy Katie’s boyfriend, currently stationed overseas. With Mom and Katie’s help, we’ve concocted various comic strips based on the adventures of ‘Leo the Polish Pirate’ and the rest of the family, recently transmogrifying Sean into a cynical talking parrot. It wasn’t much of a stretch.
Since then I’ve been practicing with other tools. My drawing skills being what they are — in short they suck — I’ve relied on photo-manipulation for my illustrations. The following ‘world’ is one of my better creations (at least I think so).
What do you think?
The travel-bug has infected me as the snow-drifts melt around the house. Ryan calls it Spring-fever; I call it unemployment, but it amounts to same thing. Technically, the disease is a perennial one — for me at least — like hemophilia or guys born with three nipples; my whole lifestyle, a pastiche of half-finished novels, video games, comics, manga, and Lego castles, stems from this unquenchable need to explore, to vacate, to drive child-stuffed vans across state borders.
Yet this whole . . . condition does seem to strike more violently in March. Mostly it’s the anticipation of travel, the need to get away from these four walls for a while. Spring for all its pleasantness offers little in the way of excitement in Baltimore. I mean, the leaves return if you’re into that. Birds chirp; flowers bloom; bees freak me out by dive-bombing my ears. And the weather . . . of course, the weather’s nice, providing a time and place to which to travel. School, college and homework crucify any and all travel plans. Continue reading