Here’s an excerpt from my comic collection, “My Mom Is An Artist.”
When I was seven, a nice lady asked me if I wanted to be an
artist when I grew up. Confused, I replied, “I am an artist.” An
artist was a person who did art. I did art. I was an artist. But
some concepts are more difficult for adults to grasp than children,
and three decades later I am still learning how to say with
confidence, “I am an artist.”
The day before I drew my first comic in 2010, I was not an artist.
I was not doing art, and I hadn’t in a very long time. At thirty-
seven, I was a mom with a baby and a toddler (a job I had
long wished for), and I had an identity crisis of epic proportions.
As two tiny faces looked up at me, I was filled with doubt. How
could I help them grow and find success, when I couldn’t follow
my own dreams?
I have always believed that everyone has a God-given purpose
in life, but though I had some talent, my creativity never seemed
like a significant contribution to the world. So I spent twenty
years wandering in the wilderness of ideology, doing everything
but what, deep down, I knew I really wanted.
In the Icarus Deception, Seth Godin says,
Art is personal. Art is untested. Art is intended to connect.
As a child, I did this naturally. My art was very personal, untested (for me) and it’s purpose was to communicate. Along the way, I lost the sense that I had anything at all to say, because I went through a crisis of personality. I tried to fit in to the world around me so I could find friends and avoid ridicule. (Junior High is brutal, ya’ll.) I continued this pattern of trying to blend in for the next two decades. It made life a little easier.
I lost the ability to connect with other people through art. I was simply pursuing some skill with what I saw as my talent. The comic brought me back because its only purpose is to connect. It doesn’t matter how well you draw a comic. It matters if it resonates with at least one other person on the planet.
Connections come from something genuine inside you reaching out to someone else. It’s something we should all be doing.
We should all be artists.
I’ve always told stories about my life. We all do. We might tell them to our BFF or a stranger in the checkout line at the grocery store, but we’re always telling stories in funny or dramatic ways. Of course, many of the stories I tell about myself are in comic form.
Leap is different. It’s a complete story, and it’s not about me. I’ve worked on stories for decades, but I’ve never finished them because I was so personally invested. They were too important to me to get wrong. Too emotionally big to risk failure.
Leap is just a story. A story with magic and mystery and murder. There’s not much magic, mystery, or murder in my life.
Along the way, however, the main character, Nina, started to take on familiar elements. Nina is a young woman who finds an ancient source of power, which causes some terrible things to happen. But Nina’s biggest problem is herself. She’s given away her own power. She’s let people take power from her. She struggles to make decisions.
How many people do I know who are Nina? Myself, sure. But beyond that I can’t even count. Some have grown and taken back their power. Some are perpetually stuck in a cycle of letting others take from them. And hopefully, in the people that read this story, there will be someone with whom that concept resonates, and maybe even subconsciously, it will help them realize that they are strong enough to take a leap, spread their wings, and fly, even if they aren’t sure where they will land.
Read Leap only on LINEWeboon:
For years I’ve had people ask me to put my comics in a book, but I couldn’t figure out the best way to do it, so I put it off, thought about it, worked on it a little, then put it off again. Now, after seven years of making comics, I’m finally going to gather up the best and put them together.
My journey through webcomics is so much more than the effort to be funny or meaningful. It’s my journey through the process of figuring out how to believe in myself and my art. It isn’t always easy to do the thing deep down you know you are meant to do, and I hope to share a little of the emotional path I took while making the comic along with the best panels.
I’ll be posting updates all next month, so check back!
I’ve made the decision to only post updates on Webtoons and Tapastic from now on, so if you’re looking for new comic updates, you’ll have to go there! I do also post to social media, usually within a day, so if you follow on Twitter or Facebook you can also keep up.
I’m really enjoying Webtoons as a comic platform. The response has been very encouraging, and I’m loving getting to interact with more people. Comments here on the website have always been scarce. If you enjoy webcomics, or are already into LINEWebtoons, please subscribe to me there and give me a good rating and some likes! It really helps my exposure.
Happy Holidays everyone! I’m creating a new category for my website – Comic > 2017 – which means next year I will be hitting the seven year mark for the comic! Also big news, I’ve launched the comic on both Webtoons and Tapastic so if you use either of those, or love webcomics and want to discover new ones, please subscribe and give me some likes!
I’ll be posting some highlights and revisited favorites on those platforms so I can maintain regular posting in 2017 and build an audience. If you’ve got any favorites from the terrible archives, let me know and I’ll add it to the list. Look for the start of regular updates January 10th! Thanks for all your support!
I made a little looping gif for Colour Collective with some snowflakes I drew. Snowflakes done in Photoshop, animation in After Effects (and a little photoshop)
Also – Merry Christmas from me!
Jill is baking some cookies when she hears yelling from the other room.
John: I’m going to kill your sheep.
James: I don’t care. I have lots of sheep.
John: My camel is going to stomp all over your shepherd.
James: You can’t move there. No! Fine. My Wiseman is going to capture Mary anyway.
John: Wisemen can only move diagonally!
James: I’m going to tell baby Jesus you’re cheating!
(John and James are playing chess with two nativity sets…)
Jill: (holding up ornaments) My favorite thing about Christmas is unpacking the ornaments. Every ornament has a story. This one decorated your grandparent’s first Christmas tree. This one came from around the world.
James: What about this one?
Jill: That was given to me by a friend. I don’t remember which one.
James: This one?
Jill: I think I found that one at a yard sale. What is that? I’ve never seen that before!
(John and James both hold up ornaments.)
Just put them on the tree.
Getting into the Halloween Spirit.
I realized the moment I crossed over, from just your average mom to a true superhero, when I went crawling under my child’s bed looking for what was potentially a brown recluse spider. I’ve gone from cowering at the sight of a tiny spider crawling across the counter to a force to be reckoned with casually trapping huge, hairy spiders under a glass and tossing them outside like ladybugs. Motherhood is awesome.
They say parenthood changes you.
You’ll understand the moment you do more than just face your fears. You hunt them down and destroy them.
(There’s a spider at the edge of this frame.)
Jill is standing with a bandanna tied around her forehead, a shoe in one hand, a flyswatter in the other, and a spray can of bug killer tied around her waist. James is peeking from behind her and pointing.
James: It’s under the bed. Right there!
I love the spicy scent of fall in the air, when the leaves start to turn and we look toward the holidays fast approaching. Of course, here in Tennessee, it was 90 degrees last weekend, so that puts a serious damper on my autumn mood. I try to make the best of it.
Jill is sitting outside the house in front of a campfire all bundled up. Phillip is standing behind her in a t-shirt.
Phillip: What are you doing out here?
Jill: I’m celebrating the start of AUTUMN! Pumpkin spice, cozy sweaters, campfires and warm scarves. Perfect with a chill in the air?
Phillip: Is that an air conditioner?”
(Jill has an air conditioning unit plugged in next to her with a long extension cord.)
We recently went on our first plane ride with three kids to Phoenix – and experience I was really dreading. I over-prepare for travel when I’m alone. The effort of trying to figure out every possibility for five people is overwhelming.
I’m not sure why, but I used a pencil brush for the lines this time, and I kind of like it. Also, the question of chat bubbles is apparently not settled in my mind. This one needed them. So, there they are.
A plane takes off from the airport. Jill, Phillip and the kids are restless in their seats. James is pulling John’s hair and john is getting ready to punch James. Madeline, the baby girl is screaming at the top of her lungs. Jill is frantic.
Jill: I’ve used up every bribe – snacks, books, dvds, candy, video games, new toys… all my options are gone! I can’t make them happy!! What do I do?!
Phillip: It’s only a three hour flight.
Phillip: And we haven’t boarded the plane yet.
The seats the family is in are shown to be at the gate of the airport.
The first day of our eclectic homeschooling (though we learn all year) might involve some sweet potato pancakes with cinnamon maple syrup. We might watch world events like the Rio Olympics and explore new places. We might read some books, play with science or technology, dig around in our yard or binge-watch documentaries on a new subject we want to understand. Or none of those things because spending the morning piled together in the bed talking about hopes and ideas and dreams and life suddenly seems way more important. Not a life for everyone, but it suits us just fine.
Sketchy colour collective piece this week in shades of cadet blue. I might finish this someday because I rather like it. I’m not sure why I’m stuck on ocean themes right now. Maybe I need to figure out how to work in another beach trip this year.
Quick colour collective piece in pink. Inspired by a fun playdate where all the kids ended up splashing in the kiddie pools.
I don’t often do fan art, but in my house right now there’s an ongoing battle between two shows on Netflix–Kate & Mim Mim and Voltron. Madeline (age 2) loves “Kim-Kim” and the boys (6 & 8) are a little obsessed with Voltron. To be honest, I’ve hardly watched Kate & Mim Mim, and I haven’t the foggiest idea what’s going on with Voltron. He’s some kind of Transformer, right? No? Are you sure? Wait, what’s up with the pilots? And why does he have puppies on his hands and feet? Lions? No, I’m pretty sure they’re puppies.
Anyway, here’s MimTron, a happy compromise between the two. If anyone out there has connections and can make this show happen, my household would be grateful.
A page from a book I’m currently working on illustrating. I’ve actually been toiling over this project for a couple of years, trying new things, throwing out everything and starting over, going back to something I did before and then repeating the whole process. But every year I get a little closer to something that accomplishes what I want while reflecting where I want to be as an artist. Fortunately the author is a dear friend and, apparently, a very patient person.
Life with an artist:
In my defense, if you don’t put it in the fridge it doesn’t keep very long.
Phillip: I think the yogurt is bad. My smoothie tasted terrible.
Jill: We’re out of yogurt. That was papier mache paste.