Hourly Comics Day 2015

Comics

For my third year in a row, I participated in Hourly Comics Day, the first day of February, where you create a comic for every (waking) hour of the day. This year I wanted to make my hourly comics quickly and on the spur of the moment, so my style is even more un-restrained than usual. Please note: Some salty language is in there, if that’s a concern.

You can see the collection of all my off-the-cuff hourly comics below. (It happened to be Superbowl Sunday, for reference.)

For My Boston Strong – Between Sleeps #2 now online

Comics

002-2-boston-strong-between-sleeps-photinakisI’ve posted the second installment of my diary webcomic, Between Sleeps.  This installment is called “For My Boston Strong.”

I’ve been previewing the comic on the blog here for a little bit, as it’s the one about my experiences in the aftermath of both 9/11 and the Boston Marathon Bombings, and on being a resident of both NYC and Boston during and after both events (yes, really).

I’m happy to say that my comic been out for about 24 hours now and I’ve received some lovely feedback on it.  Thank you for reading.

(If you’re more the Tumblr type, I also posted the comic here for your liking/reblogging.)

Process post – Boston Marathon bombings comic, final panel

Process

bostonstrongTook this photo of the panel I’d just inked as it dried on my studio desk.  Writing a comic about the Boston Marathon bombings has been tough as I’ve mentioned in previous posts.  I don’t want to be seen as trying to exploit the event or hitching my wagon to it for some perverted reason.  I live and work a street away from Boylston street and the bombing happened in my neighborhood — so I’ve been trying to draw a short story that was authentic to my experience living and being around that terrible event without resorting to cliches (the finish line, the sneakers). Living in the area after the bombing was a world away from what the news was portraying, honestly. I think I finally found the image I was looking for to conclude this little story, I dug it up from my memory last night and put it together.

 


After the fact, here’s my childhood friend Santa Bear admiring his, I mean my, hard work drying on the drafting table.