Was up too late the last few days.... totally charged with creative power. I've developed this theory that while my family sleeps their dreams fill the house and make it easier to be creative. Writing, drawing digital and analog painting and collage. There is some serious flow these last few days.
How Things End
I am very excited about the way the third ( and final!) Imagination Manifesto volume is coalescing. It's been such a part of my life for three years it's strange to see the trajectory of the final story take shape. October Release means finishing this summer. Or rather deciding. Because I've illustrated three endings to the title track, and I need to really fall in love with one before I can commit those characters to any such fate.
Gene Colan Dies .
When I was a kid, I discovered Gene Colan. His work, as I look back at it now, was so full of energy and life and power that sometimes it felt like I could hear it. He had a way to tilting viewpoints and streaking lines of motion that to me seemed impossible to replicate, like a magicians trick, so I just enjoyed them as I saw them and knew there was a master at work. He kept making stories with words and pictures right up until the end, and I just know that we're all missing out on the art he had to take with him when he went.
On Our Way Out
We're all on our way out I guess. But it's interesting to imagine my own sons finding Gene's work in their Dad's collection some day, laying on the living room floor in a beam of summer sun. They might turn those pages and see it all, fresh and new to them, and be inspired. All the best in your new adventure Mr Colan, thanks for leaving so many behind for us.
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