Here’s a beautiful color rendition of the 2012 SDCC Strangers In Paradise print, with color by Manuel Clavel. He did this out of the goodness of his own heart. Enjoy.
I have two new books out now. Both are available in print or digital versions at your favorite comic shop or comiXology. Or order direct from me at my store page. They are on other bookseller sites as well, so there’ll be no trouble getting one or both in your hands before the holidays.
The new Rachel Rising trade paperback collects issues 7-12 of the series. I haven’t made any story comments on this blog, so I hate to start dishing the dirt now for the sake of salesmanship. Let’s just leave it at, If you like anything I’ve ever done before, buy this book.
After spending the last 20 years drawing for a living, it dawned on me that I should write down the tips and tricks and templates and honest observations I’d collected over the years and pass them along. So I wrote five chapters focusing on my strengths (Women, Expressions, Beautiful, Funny, Comics) and released them as comics over 2012-2013. Now those chapters are collected into one book and available for sale as Terry Moore’s How To Draw. Everything I know about making comics is now yours.
After a year off, I’ll be back out on the convention circuit next year. With five dates in the U.S. and one in Italy, here’s my 2013 convention schedule so far:
Emerald City Comicon, Seattle, WA March 1-3
WonderCon, Anaheim, CA March 29-31
Phoenix Comicon, Phoenix, AZ May 23-26
Comic-Con International, San Diego, CA July 17-21
Baltimore ComicCon, Baltimore, MD September 7-8
Lucca Comics & Games Festival, Lucca, Italy November
I say “my colorist” not in a possessive way, but to clarify this is Brian Miller we’re talking about. The Brian Miller who colored almost every cover of Strangers In Paradise and Echo and who knows how many pinups and story pages for my mainstream jobs. So, yeah, you know his beautiful work.
Now Brian and the talented folks at his Hi-Fi Design shop are ready to make and release an anthology style graphic novel—UNTOLD TALES— showcasing their talents. Let’s make this happen. Check out the kickstarter page here. You’ll be glad you did.
This site gets a thousand spam messages a week, and sometimes I think a message or two has been caught up in the aggressive Worpress filters. To make sure your message gets to me, or is found and saved from the filters, address me personally and say something nonrobotic in the opening sentence. You know what spam text looks like, a collage of english phrases assembled by people who don’t know english. I hate to think of how many messages I may have never seen because of spam filters. I do try to scan the first hundred messages or so when deleting, so if your opening sentence catches my eye as real, it will help your message get through enemy lines.
Spam should be a felony punishable by repeated executions.
Here’s a sort of first look at my Mars Attacks SiP variant cover. IDW posted this on FB tonight so I’m free to share at last. Coming Jan ’13 as one of the variant covers to Mars Attacks Transformers, I do believe, according to this posting.
Katchoo does not like Martian brats. But she does looks snazzy in her Halloween 1950’s housewife costume. Padded bra not included.
I’ve read a ton of How To Draw books. I’ve even written one. They tell you how to do things like sharpen a pencil, draw a foot. None of them ever mentioned that, if you were ever lucky enough to draw for a living, you would spend your life sitting on your butt. And I don’t mean the casual sit with a sigh. I mean, in that chair for 25 hours a day, 8 days a week, year after year after year until the EMTs come get you. The first few years go by like a flash. No big deal. Then your hip pops out. Or one morning you put on a sock and your leg shatters. What chapter was this in when they told you about the joys of cartooning?
Every morning I look at the torture chair and hold back tears—because I’m a man—knowing it’s going to hurt but I can’t let it see my fear. My bottom hurts like I was a bad boy and Mistress Veronica gave me what for. My legs are blue from lack of circulation. My feet are swollen up like two cantelopes. Every fiber in my body says, Never sit down again!…Walk!…Jog!…Use your legs or lose them! But I have a deadline and the only way to make it is to draw. And to draw I have to sit down.
Just to make this worse, there’s the occasional article reporting everybody who sits down at work will soon die. Cubicle include treadmills now. I guess you can be a day trader or bill collector while running on a treadmill, but it’s hard to draw a comic book while running a marathon.
So, here’s how this is going to play out… and I tell you this only to warn you—save yourselves. When I’m in my last dying moments in the studio, my legs curled up like a melting witch, I plan to grab this wicked chair in a deathgrip and take it to the grave with me. That will be my revenge—my last laugh—pulling it 6 feet below ground, alive. That part of the plan, I love. But here’s where it goes wrong: Later that night, it will be raining on my new grave. Lightning. The fresh dirt on my gravesite moves. Something emerging. It’s the chair… pushing its way up from the ground like a massive black weed. Finally it sits atop my grave, driving rain rinsing the mud down its polyurethane legs. Thunder shakes the sky. Or is it the chair, laughing at God?
The next day it’s sunny. A family visits a nearby grave. The little boy points to my grave, “Look, daddy, a chair for your office.”