This is Pi Day #200
This is Pi Day #105
In my quest to sketch out some new scenes, I went looking for a reference photo of myself running and ninety percent of what I found was selfies. The thing is, when you run a race you’re either paying a hundred bucks for the official photographer package… or you’re relying on those quick pics you grab of yourself on course with whatever phone you bothered to carry. So… selfies.
Part of this sharp turn in the tone of the art for this comic has been introspective. Rather than exploring the “kid’s say goofy things” paradigm, I’m trying to (starting to… meaning to) set a tone towards that of the observational father, involved but moving into a role of dependable dad who is more often a step away setting an example for life than playing taxi, grooming moral behaviors rather than reading the rules, or acting like a safety net rather than any other parenting metaphor for what you do before you let go.
It’s a tough transition, and part of that is living a life. So I run.
Pardon the “tracing” … I imported a photo and then a previous sketch cuz I was having trouble getting the proportions of the fish-eye selfie right. It locked in eventually tho.
This is Pi Day #104
I was just sitting and The Girl walks out into the den, plunks herself down into a chair in this very prim little pose, and sits there thumbing through her iPad for about fifteen minutes.
I was slouched into the couch across the way, doodling on mu own iPad (mucking around with a different, more cartoonish sketch of The Girl slouched onto the couch playing on her iPad, in fact) and it struck me that the momentary sketch I roughed out over the ensuing few seconds was far more interesting than the from-memory sketch I was doing.
A day of refinements later, even The Girl herself grinned and wanted a copy of the final piece. I must be doing something right.