Poking around the ol' gray matter for an idea, one neuronal cell suggested, "It's time to feature Dope Rider's sidekick, Dilly! Let's let him star in an adventure."
I said, "Not a bad idea, brain cell, thanks! I'll try not to poison you with alcohol."
"The Last Outpost," by Llyn Foulkes, 1983. On display at the art museum in Palm Springs, California.
I will be selling my books from table C 237 at the MoCCA comic arts festival this weekend, April 2 - 3, in NYC. It will be held at the Metropolitan Pavilion: 125 W 18th St, New York, NY 10011.
Saturday from 11am – 7pm
Sunday from 11am – 6pm
Admission for one day is $18, for both days $25.
More information at https://www.moccafest.org
I'm intrigued by the idea that this world is a simulation like that in The Matrix, a program being run by some higher intelligence outside our reality. I also wonder about the source of creative ideas. It often feels that they come from outside of oneself, sometimes popping fully formed into one's mind in the middle of the night. Those thoughts inspired this episode.
On another subject, I feel that my art on Dope Rider has gotten better in recent years. Is that an obnoxious thing to say? Let me explain. When I got back to doing comics about 10 years ago, the quality of the Strathmore paper I have always used had declined. The company had been bought out and the manufacturing standards had not been maintained, as is so often the case.
It used to be that the paper had a very hard and resilient surface; you could erase a mistake with an electric eraser, removing a thin layer of the paper, and still be left with a surface you could ink on. If you try that now, it's like inking on a paper towel. In addition, I found I could no longer ink with the Hunt's 22B nibs I used to use, as their sharp point scratched the surface of the paper and caused the lines to bleed. So I began inking with a fountain pen, a Noodler flex-nib. Its rounded point didn't tear the paper, but I could no longer make a really fine line when I felt it was needed.
A few years ago I came across a box of 70-year-old Eagle E-860 steel pen nibs, which don't scratch the paper. With these I can now produce fine lines when I want them. Through eBay, I have procured a supply that should last the rest of my life or until ideas stop popping into my old head.
I'm not complaining. It's a good thing. I like the way this came out.
