I never really participate in Inktober because I don’t need that kind of pressure in my life. One drawing per day? For a month?? Really??? I did sort of stumble into doing a mini-digital-inktober when I drew Dream and Death. I mean, might as well draw all the siblings, right?
When I started these, I’d intended for this to be a series of quick portraits using no line art, on one layer. It worked well enough for Dream, but I started cheating with the rest of the siblings with more defined lines and multiple layers.
I hadn’t drawn in black and grey in a long time. The last time was probably my live drawing classes in college, where we had to use either graphite or charcoal. It took a little getting used to working with tone and contrast again, but it was a good exercise overall.
Sandman was such a pivotal piece of my late teens. My high school art teacher lent me Brief Lives (and the rest of his Sandman trades and Neil Gaiman collection soon after), and it validated so much of myself that I hadn’t yet come to terms with because of a very religious, Christian upbringing.
I re-read Sandman every couple of years or so, and every time, I still find something that speaks to me in new ways.
i woke up at 4:30 in the morning to line up for Neil Gaiman’s last book signing in gateway yesterday.
hardcore, i know. i asked jake to pass my plate for me so i could skip class for this and i’m glad i did.
after hours of waiting, there were finally just about 3-5 people in line front of me. Neil looks up from signing, scans the line, looks at me and grins.
“oh, hello again.”
OMG! he remembers me!
i hand him a rather hastily gift-wrapped bottle of eficascent oil and tell him it’s for when his arm gets sore.
god, this guy can smile.
he hugs me and kisses me on the cheek.
and the staff didn’t get a shot of it! all they got were pictures of me talking to him. bloody hell.
as he was leaving gateway, the crowd cheers him on and starts edging closer to touch him or whatever. i held back, not wanting to be part of a potentially dangerous mob and Neil Gaiman reached out to me for a split-second-pseudo-handshake.
i wan’t even trying to get his attention, but i got it anyway.
that man hasn’t got a shred of arrogance in him. he has every right to, but he doesn’t.