Much like last week, this week was a bit different. I spent all sic hours of my studio time this week drawing. First I finished the test that I had started last week on how to properly draw Christinas curly hair, it turned out much much better than I thought. The only problem is that the process used to draw it is a bit labor intensive, and thats not good mainly because of how much im going to have to draw her when I start production on the comic. When I finished the Christina test I began drawing my character sketches. I drew the Character Pikarra for the first time. She turned out pretty well considering this was my first time drawing her, there are some parts about her that could be a little better, but they will work themselves out the more I draw her and get a feel for her character. When I originally started drawing I had planned on just inking the drawing in black and white like I plan to do with the actual graphic novel, but since I want to develop a painting technique for cover pages and extras I just went ahead and began painting Pikarra. So far its turning out pretty good, when I'm done with the picture I intend to erase the lines and just have a painting, It should be finished within the next day or so.

As for what I plan to have done for next week, I would definitely like to have the story completed and ready to hand out. I would also like to have more characters designed. So for next week im going to finish the story and at least have finished both Pikarra and Allens character designs.

Here is another sample from the Story

The moon stood high in the sky as the snow quietly fell. It was a cold winter night, and as Allen sat in front of the window of his friend’s two-bedroom apartment he could feel the cold wind creeping in, giving him goose bumps. “God dammit” he said to his friend who just happened to be sitting next to him “turn up the damn heat, im fuckin dying here man” turning to Allen with a somewhat agitated look on his face his friend replied “sorry dude but I don’t know how, shouldn’t you be worrying about your tuition bill anyway instead of worrying about how cold it is in my apartment.” Hearing his friends words Allen let go a heavy sigh realizing that regardless of the rooms temperature, he needed to come up with a ridiculously large amount of money by five O Clock the next day or he was going to get kicked out of school.

Allen threw himself across the mattress of his friend’s ragged futon with a gesture reminiscent of that of a spoiled child who received pajama pants for Christmas instead of the new game he wanted. He laid there across the multicolored blue fleece futon mattress, trying to calm himself down and focus on ways he could get himself out his current predicament. Staring up at the sealing Allen began to rant “god dammit this shit just aint fair, how the fuck do they expect me to come up with this kind of money on the spot, this damn school systems set this shit up on purpose just to con people like me” at that moment his friend cut him off saying “what do you mean con people like you, dude the only reason you are in the situation you are in right now is because back before school started, you and your mother decided to lie on your forms so that you could try and cheat yourselves into more aid money, nobody is trying to con you out of anything.” jarred by his friends forceful tone as well as the truth in his words Allen let out another sigh and jokingly made a comment about how he should been a drug dealer like one of his friends from high school because if he had, by now he’d be rich. “Dude” his friend cut him off saying “If you were a drug dealer all you would be doing is giving up what you are dealing with now for a new and more dangerous set of problems, there are no shortcuts in life man, and if you learn anything from what you are going through right now I hope you at least learn that”. Unable to respond to his friends words of wisdom Allen just laid across the futon, staring up at the sealing until he heard the sound of his computer going to sleep on the table less than one foot away from where he lay. After turning his head to look at the screen he lost himself in the images of the beautiful woman that danced across his screensaver. The beautiful model he had be obsessing over since high school, he swore to himself that his future success in life would lead him strait to her, but after the sound of his friend congratulating himself for passing gas so loudly snapped Allen back to reality, he felt a great sadness as he got up to close his computer. “No shortcuts huh, life’s just not fair”