So, I’ve been working at this coloring thing for a little bit now and I have to say I like contributing to the comic in a much more visceral way. My work goes slowly but I think I’m getting the hang of it. Maybe some day I’ll even be able to do some of the cool stuff with shadows and textures like Tyler does. Until then, I’d just like to go on record as saying that when I’m solely responsible for the coloring it is always high noon and/or the characters are all under florescent lights that are directly above them. This is a necessary part of the story and how dare you question the physics of my world!
I did experience some momentary delusions of grandeur during the coloring process that I had not anticipated. While I was working on one of the scanned drawings, I started to think, “Hey, this is art. I’m making art! This isn’t so hard. Why did I think I couldn’t do this?!? I’m friggin’ amazing!” Just before I was about to quit my job to devote myself full-time to my art, but not before a little maniacal laughter, it hit me.
I wasn’t making art. I was coloring Tyler’s art. After using a bucket to fill most of the stuff in I zoomed waaaaaaayyyyyy in and was clicking pixel after pixel to get rid of little white spots. If I tried drawing something it would end up like this. I was the much less skilled Banky to Tyler’s Holden. It was a truly soul shattering moment. I didn’t know who I was anymore. Matt, the artist, was no more. I didn’t have time to go through an emo phase, dye my hair, or get anything pierced. Even more importantly, I never got my chance to be the shy kid who won the head cheerleader over with my drawings proving that I wasn’t just some creepy guy so then she poses nude for me!
I’m not going to lie to you. It was tough pulling myself back from the brink. My entire life as I had known for the last several minutes was crushed under the savage boot of reality. I gathered up the tiny pieces of confetti that was my short lived dream…and went back to coloring.
By the way, if you do a YouTube search for “crushing boot” you come up with a surprising amount of videos of women crushing things wearing boots. Good to know I guess…if you’re looking for that sort of thing.