Broken Branches

Thoughts, Sketches, and Works in Progress

Look, man, all I am is a trumpet player. I only can do one thing — play my horn — and that’s what’s at the bottom of the whole mess. I ain’t no entertainer, and ain’t trying to be one. I am one thing, a musician. Most of what’s said about me is lies in the first place. Everything I do, I got a reason.

—Miles Davis, Via Kottke

Too much? The tentacle AND the crab claw? AND the unnecessary perspective shift? The next one is better, I promise.

Too much? The tentacle AND the crab claw? AND the unnecessary perspective shift? The next one is better, I promise.

This is the page I like. I’m probably going to get that water explosion inked onto my face. Like a tattoo.

This is the page I like. I’m probably going to get that water explosion inked onto my face. Like a tattoo.

Part 2 of this gem.

Part 2 of this gem.

Well, this is obnoxious, but I have to post this comic one image at a time. Long story.

Well, this is obnoxious, but I have to post this comic one image at a time. Long story.

Just a reminder.

Just a reminder.

Well, I drew this today. Trying to work with shapes and tone a little more, and try working a little simpler. Leaving a bit of space, you know? Yeah, you know.

I finished reading Yoshihiro Tatsumi’s “A Drifting Life” today. My goodness, that is a book. Like if every page of “Infinite Jest” was covered with drawings instead of words, this book is heavy in every sense of the word. Its a thinly veiled autobiography, chronicling his youth as he began working seriously in manga. Every creative person would find an analogue here, with his struggle to find his niche, comparing himself unfavorably to his peers, and never quite being satisfied with a finished work.
The most beautiful thing about “A Drifting Life” is how much this portrayal of a young artist made me feel known, like I am not alone, not an aberration, but instead, that I am rare. There are not that many people who do what they love. We have to take hold of our lives, of our art, and not be swept away.

I finished reading Yoshihiro Tatsumi’s “A Drifting Life” today. My goodness, that is a book. Like if every page of “Infinite Jest” was covered with drawings instead of words, this book is heavy in every sense of the word. Its a thinly veiled autobiography, chronicling his youth as he began working seriously in manga. Every creative person would find an analogue here, with his struggle to find his niche, comparing himself unfavorably to his peers, and never quite being satisfied with a finished work.

The most beautiful thing about “A Drifting Life” is how much this portrayal of a young artist made me feel known, like I am not alone, not an aberration, but instead, that I am rare. There are not that many people who do what they love. We have to take hold of our lives, of our art, and not be swept away.

A page from a new sketchbook comic, which may or not be going nowhere fast.
My computer hard drive failed me last week. I’m going to try really hard to recover data from it, but that might take some time- and some money, that I don’t have at the moment. That means anything posted here for a while is going to be a blurry cell phone picture, rather than a pretty, cleaned up scan. Forgive me?

A page from a new sketchbook comic, which may or not be going nowhere fast.

My computer hard drive failed me last week. I’m going to try really hard to recover data from it, but that might take some time- and some money, that I don’t have at the moment. That means anything posted here for a while is going to be a blurry cell phone picture, rather than a pretty, cleaned up scan. Forgive me?