It wasn’t so long ago while attending Angoulême that I was pompously telling a fellow cartoonist that I could never work completely digitally as it lacked the tactile qualities of applying pencil and pen to paper. Those traditional tools were a link to my love of drawing as a child, lying on my stomach on the living room carpet with lined paper and a fistful of felt tips scratching out X-Wing battles. There was no pleasure in tapping a stylus on glass, I blathered on at length. The fellow cartoonist smiled, recognising a kindred spirit. We shook hands and exchanged brush pen recommendations. We were brothers bonded by ink and white out, calouses and paper cuts.
Today’s posting made me sing out loud with happiness! Like yourself, I have been on the same path of crossing over from traditional to digital art. It was good to see that I’m not the only one fighting the process. I love my iPad—in-fact I have two, just in case. Keep sharing, I love your newsletters.
Assimilated
Today’s posting made me sing out loud with happiness! Like yourself, I have been on the same path of crossing over from traditional to digital art. It was good to see that I’m not the only one fighting the process. I love my iPad—in-fact I have two, just in case. Keep sharing, I love your newsletters.