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Lost Comics 5 (Lord Harold 2)

May 2, 2017

I had always planned on “KLONKO” and “Lord Harold” to be part of a much larger story. But for some reason, I killed off Klonko at the end of the book, without much resolution. I was in to that whole “Non-Hollywood” type of storytelling. As I go back and read the story, it’s not bad, but I really didn’t know what I was doing as far as writing visually went, and it shows. I should go back and fix it, and give you, the readers, a proper ending. I have a proper ending written, huge climax, Lord Harold gets his comeuppance, and, well, I’ll just save it.

Despite my lack of experience, people liked the story of Klonko, and wanted more. So I wrote the stand alone comic “Lord Harold”, describing the main villain’s motivation; that which sent him on his path of destruction. It was a hit! The mini comic sold out whenever I printed up some runs, and that kind of praise inspired me to do a sequel to the stand-alone Lord Harold comic, as I figured stories of his exploits before the events in the “KLONKO” book could be endless, should I choose it to be so. So I started to write a sequel, but only got 2 pages into it. Why? I think, whilst I was working on that, I was also doing my Tatertotdiaperman comics, which, as you well know, exploded in popularity and sent me down a path that I still travel today. I had forgotten about these couple of pages, and I wonder where I was going to go with the story. Who knows. Who cares?

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Dirty comics (from the land of the lost)

May 1, 2017

As I go through my own archives, I am finding comics and illustrations that I have not seen in many years. These two are a prime example. When did I draw them? 2002 or ’03 I imagine. When I worked at an adult bookstore in 1991, I used to pass the time by reading old Hustler magazines. Why? Was it the graphic photo shoots? Hardly. Nope, it was the cartoons. They had the some of the best one panel gag cartoons in the business. Some of them were quite racist now that I think about about it, and the Chester the Molester comics disgusted me, but others were brilliant, and worthy of an audible chuckle. So I felt I could do that, make some clever dirty comics, and shop them around to make a few bucks. But alas, I never did. I don’t know why. These comics were pretty polished for me at the time. Perhaps I did these just before my heart attack? Who cares. Here they are.


Lost Comics part 4

April 26, 2017

I did this one in 2012, and I did feel as if life changed somehow. I feel it even more so now.

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Lost Comics part 3

April 25, 2017

Man, I have made so many comics, that I lost a bunch, and didn’t even realize it! Here is another antiseptic strip that was saddle bagged to a “Fatnuts” strip.

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Lost Comics part 2

April 21, 2017

Funny what you can find when you go digging. I lost this page, a single page ‘gag’ type of comic, many years ago, as it was to appear in my second self published comic “One Day in 1978”. To be honest, I had forgotten all about it when I reprinted those stories (the original comic, which I printed through KaBlam!, has loooong been out of print. So here it is. Randy, Barry, and Darren, up to their old tricks in the tree fort. The comic begins as Randy is attempting to mimic the style, and content, of the hand drawn comic they found in that old tool box…

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The Lost Comics

March 22, 2017

A few years ago, when my computer took a shit and I was unable to afford a replacement, I essentially had to stop creating the self published comics I had gotten so comfortable making. That led to a complete breakdown of my whole comic making work ethic. I had a bunch of comics that I was trying to craft, and I got depressed, and I took all those comics and I shelved them. Somewhere. Well, today I found them! Here are the first couple. Now, you might have seen a copy of the top strip, but only in Black and White. When I put together the first little collection of Antiseptic strips, I left that one out, as I couldn’t find it. Nor the one under it. So here they are! Enjoy!


I’m still plugging away

March 21, 2017

It’s when you find yourself cold selling your own paintings to fund a run of your own comics that you know it’s never going to get any easier. Did I ever expect to be trying to sell paintings on the street in downtown Minneapolis. Of course not. And for what? So I can go to Canada for the Toronto Comic Arts Festival in May. But I didn’t get into it for the money. I do it because it what I was meant to do and I knew it when I was a little kid, and I know it even more now as a somewhat jaded adult. My friends and I would sit around in art class, painting next to each other, and we ask ourselves the deeper questions of life. A favorite was “If you could choose, would you rather be a flash in the pan artist, getting lots of money and fame, but be forgotten for all time, or would you rather be a struggling artist, never quite making it, but you would be hailed as a master and remembered for all time?”

At different times in my life, I would have gladly sold out. I would have picked the material over the spiritual. But I feel differently now. In fact, if I had to quit making art right now, I wouldn’t exactly mourn the loss, because I never made it the sole focus of my life. Making friends and getting experiences, those are the things that I focused on early. Always watching, always paying attention. I flipped burgers, I worked the over night bar rush on the line at Country Kitchen. I sold perfume and cologne door to door, business to business, and campus to campus. I worked in an adult bookstore, and I cleaned the Skyway system after hours in downtown St.Paul. I did rubber roofing, which was shoveling gravel in the hot sun for 14 hours a day. I was a camera man for a local cable station, and I hosted radio shows in a major market. I worked  at a gourmet breakfast place in Bozeman, Montana. I got married 20 years ago, and I managed to raise two kids and countless animals. I have a shitload of actual friends, and I even manged to start a poker club with a group of guys that I would go through Hell for. That’s not to say that I haven’t worked extremely hard at being  an artist.

I have written 26 books (with 3 more on the way) and have even written an actual novel. I don’t know how many paintings I have done. Its got to be in the hundreds by now. I have sketches and all kinds of creative projects going on all the time. Hell, I even sculpt. But that’s not the meat of life. That’s the salt. Gives it some flavor. But lots of things can do that. You can’t take it with you. any of it. But you can leave your mark upon the world. Are you using pencil, or permanent marker?