…unless it leads to drinking beer that is larger than you are. Not good, Shoulder Angel.

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Before I penciled the latest Shoulder Angel story, I decided to work out what size she actually is, how she moves, etc. I got some of these poses from a book of turn-of-the-century cupid illustrations. (Man, Periscope has the greatest stuff! Thanks guys!)

The new story is a definite push for me in terms of the length (20 pages) and the drawing.
Look for the first pages this weekend!

Last Saturday, I set out to capture the beauty of southeast Portland with watercolor.

First I tried a new pen, and discovered that it’s not waterproof.

Then I tried to evoke the creepy way that orange floodlights were hitting some dying plants and power lines with a sunset in the background, but I was sitting under an orange light at the time, so the colors came out all weird.

Then I warmed up with a Mexican mocha and laughed at myself pretty hard.
I’m keeping that pen in mind for ink washes, though…or for zombie-pocalypse comics…

This has been a particularly colorful fall, but it seems that sunshine, spare time, and watercolor supplies rarely materialize all at once. I did a couple of views out my kitchen window, and a building near Barry Deutsch‘s studio in Southeast Portland, which has a weekly drawing group.

Coming soon: a tale of travel-stupidity, a recipe comic for delicious coacoa-beer-beef-chili, and the return of the Shoulder Angel!