Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Rhapsodic Sketchiness

I hate the act of a sketchbook.

I cannot stand the idea of doing sketches in a sketchbook for the sake of  "warming up," or "putting down ideas."

It's not the same thing as playing with designs to figure out what goes where, or how something might flow. 
That's a completely different animal.

What I'm talking about is doing a drawing that pops into my head, unloading it into some do-nothing-with book, and then . . . what?
Eventually be redone into a more completed piece?

Fuck that shit.

A good idea gets put down on paper ONCE, and "sketching out" that idea first, is tantamount to throwing it away.

Sketchbook sketching, is the creative kiss of death.

It saps your energy and focus, meanders about, and shits out nothing but half-assed ideas, that if were initially nurtured, and used for something completed, would have been time better spent. Because, in my opinion, an idea has only one single point of application. Anything after that, is just reworking it. And reworking art, even from a sketch, will never retain that initial spark that happens when the pen hits the proverbial paper for the first time.

Even if the finished piece sucks, it still can be learned from. 
Whereas a sketch gives back absolutely nothing.
Because it contains no foundation to base a critique upon.

Don't get me wrong, I've done my fair share of sketchbooks in the past. Pages upon pages filled with stuff that ended up going nowhere, because I blew my creative load too soon, and it all went limp because it was "just a sketch." 

And so, where are all those half-baked, creatively stunted works now?

Packed up in a box in the garage, fending off silverfish, and the page-yellowing specter of time.

Yeah . . . my point exactly.

T.

Saturday, August 5, 2017

Funky Resurrectus

The second installment of my absurdist manual, Funky Porcini, has been birthed.

It'll go off  to press next week, and then ironically, be available in the Store on Labor Day weekend.

When that happens, aside from the pin, whatever 5x5's and woodworks are left after the present sale, will be permanently removed, and relegated to Con appearances only.

With the release of the second issue of Funky Porcini, I'll be starting the Store over with an entirely new base of works. No longer will I be stocking any of my trades or collected editions, even though I will occasionally be throwing on original art pages from those past series.

Otherwise, the Store will solely consist of all forthcoming issues of Funky Porcini, new woodworks of varying sizes, 5x5's, napkin art, pins, and a few other ideas that are presently gestating in my grinding head.

Also, at some point, I'm planning to bring back the "Your Character Here" 5x5 campaign, for a brief period.

But, for now, it's time for me to get this latest manual of allegorical funkiness off to press.

T.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Cleaning House

I'm in the final throes of completing the second issue of my absurdist manual, Funky Porcini, which will then go off to press, and be ready for its Labor Day release date.
In the meantime, I'm revamping the Store to make room for an eventual new batch of art that will reflect a conscious departure from my past, while still retaining all of the craziness that was prevalent over this last year.

Variables on similar themes, while utilizing untapped mental resources, if you will.

Basically . . . an old dog doing new tricks.

That said, I'm cleaning house of all previous 5x5's, woodworks, books and pin, by reducing everything in the Red Star Store by 50%, until September 4th.

So, here's the opportunity to get some really wacked stuff, at some seriously low prices.

Anyway, back to Absurdistan.

T.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Dissemination Route

Considering the production and print time, along with whatever the hell else life throws in front of me between now and then, the second issue of my absurdist manual, Funky Porcini, should be out on Labor Day weekend.

This edition is destined to make even less sense than the first.
But then again, isn't that the whole point?

At least for me it is.

T.

Note: Once again there will be two versions made available.
One signed, and one with a sketch on the inside back cover.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

And Then There Were None

The first issue of Funky Porcini is now Sold Out.

There will be no second printing.

The second issue is presently under construction.

T.

Monday, June 12, 2017

Atypical Loitering

I've begun production on the second issue of Funky Porcini, my ongoing randomly-produced absurdist manual, and it's release date will be determined (and announced) once I've grasped a better handle on the chaos rattling around in my head.

T.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

The Store Hath Reopeneth


I'm jazzed to announce that with the addition of some newfangled woodworks, and my brand-new ongoing, randomly produced, mini-comic-thing Funky Porcini, the Red Star Store is now officially reopened.

T.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Never Not Working


Motor City Comic Con 2017 was a blast, as always.
Rock-solid turnout.
Fans and friends.
Old and new.

Shifting gears.
Heading off to Phoenix Comic Con.

T.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

And So It Begins


Premiering at this week's Motor City Comic Con, and then the following week's Phoenix Comicon, is my twenty page Risograph-printed black-and-white mini-comic thing . . .

Funky Porcini.

An absurdist manual that contains absolutely no linear plot.
Incorporates minimal sequentialit, and possesses a total disregard for any kind of structural normality.

Funky Porcini #1 has a limited print run of only one hundred copies.

T.

Friday, May 5, 2017

And All That Jazz

I'll be heading off to back-to-back Cons in just a few short weeks, and bringing with me a large portion of the stock that I have listed in-Store.

So, the Red Star Store will be closed during that time, avoiding any overlapping of sales.

Since I don't know what I'll be coming back with (or without), if there's anything presently in stock that is of interest, have at it.

Otherwise, I'll reopen the store a few days after I return from the two Cons.

T.

Friday, April 28, 2017

Times They are a Changin'



Packed within this simple box, are copies of the first installment of my ongoing, randomly produced, mini-comic-thing.

The result of an artistic exorcise, that has yielded the single most creatively satisfying project I've produced.

Limited to only one-hundred editions per issue, I'll be premiering this absurd little publication at this year's Motor City Comic Con, in May.

T.

Friday, April 21, 2017

Never Not Happening

Just got word that my "mini-comic thing" is presently in the process of being assembled.

Which means, it will be ready for my Con appearances next month.

Also, now that I've stepped away from producing 5x5's for the foreseeable future, I've since been inventorying a bunch of original art from my past comics industry works. 

There's an absurd amount of really cool pieces that never saw the light of day, which I've now added to the Red Star Store.

So, there's that.

T.

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Directional Redux

Ten months and two-hundred-forty-five 5x5's later, it's time for me to shift gears and move onto new things.

Added to the Store, the last batch of 5x5's that I'll be doing for a very long while.

T.


Sunday, March 26, 2017

Segue Panache

When I originally departed the comic book industry, I had a vision that I'd spend my days sitting on a front porch, sucking down iced coffees, while listening to the soul caressing melodies of Miles. 

But, apparently, that wasn't meant to be.

Having worked non-stop for the past year, I'm now on the verge of becoming like that proverbial goldfish, who will eat continously until it dies. But, I do have enough sense left in me (barely), to know it's time I truly stepped away from the fray.

At least for a bit.

With my mini-comic thing being completed, and about to be sent off to press, and the Store as fully stocked as it is, I'm going to focus on staring at the wall, and watching the paint peel.

Well, that's the intent.

For all I know, I'll be neck deep in ink in two days after the yelling in my head grows to a level that makes my ears bleed.

T.

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Just Around the Corner

Being creative should, in itself, be a defiance of the rules. 
No matter who says otherwise.
Because what I create is an expression of my rebellious self.
I draw whatever the hell is burning to be revealed, that it becomes so overwhelming, I can't work fast enough to get it out and onto the page.
At least, that's how I personally think art, in all its forms, should be. And not because it's going to be “liked,” or sell thousands, or be made into a crappy film, or any of the other countless ways personal integrity gets cemented over in favor of corporate-minded intent and purpose.
Point being, I never think “is this going to be a hit?” 
Or, “is this going to make me rich/famous/popular?”
Fact is, I really could give a rat’s ass about all that.
I just work.
Create.
Write.
Draw.
Paint.
Scratch.
Scribble.
Hell, I'll grab a friggin’ stick and find some sand, for Chrissakes.
And only THEN do I figure out what to do with it.
Not the other way around.
I remember this young girl who was being interviewed about what she wanted to be when she grew up. Without pausing after being asked, she responded with . . . “famous.” 
That pretty much sums up the way things are these days.
Typical.
The truth is, typical is stagnation. 
And stagnation is artistic death.
Which leads me to my present work in progress.
I've decided to go in an entirely new direction, and start producing my own self-published mini comic(s).
Well, a “comic” might not exactly be what this thing is.
It's more like . . . a box of Lucky Charms cereal, minus the lame-o cereal bits.
All crazy-ass marshmallows.
Without a single solitary storyline, it's unlike anything I've done before. 
It's more a mixed-bag of non-consecutive sequences that are dictated by wherever the ink feels like going.
Meaning, I'm dumping every loose screw in my chaotic head out onto the pages, with absolutely zero rules, and even less limitations.

I'll have the first issue ready for my forthcoming con appearances, and then available through my Red Star Store afterwards.

T.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Everything Old is New Again

Having completed over two hundred and twenty-five 5x5's in the last nine months, I've now decided it's time that I refocus my attention, and get back to working on something a bit more . . . "sequential."

I'll have more to reveal about that subject in the coming days, but for now, I'm going to be stepping away from creating anymore new 5x5's.

I will say this much though.
If all goes as planned with what I'm working on, I intend to premiere it at this year's coming con appearances.

So, for time being, I'll be occasionally rotating older pieces through the Store, so that there's plenty of works available during my Store hiatus.

T.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Standing in the Ashes

I feel that it's time to reinvent myself.

To start anew, without all the past baggage cluttering up the already convoluted pros and cons of what I used to do.


For too long I've relied on the comic industry to set the pace to how I produced my work, which is now finally starting to dissipate after months of doing 5x5's, and the recent bout of wood panel pieces.


And so, I've wiped my entire blog clean of all past posts, for no other reason than because I'm a person who focuses on the present. A present that no longer has me shackled to the limitations of industry procedures, or mainstream standards.

Therefor, with everything prior having either been addressed, expressed, and/or answered, it's time to move forward.


My thanks and appreciation to everyone who had a kind word to say, and the support that accompanied my departing said industry. 

But now, it's a new day.

A new road.

A new destination.

And that destination is for me to begin creating conceptions that are no longer defined as "comics", but as works that dictate whatever format calls for their telling. Be it single pieces of original art, or "bound" editions, sequential or otherwise.


Which means, there is no one direction that I'm heading in.


No single category for me to conform to.


So, this parabolic podium that is RED STAR, like the creative path I now find myself on, can and will be about almost anything that crosses my ever-grinding mind.


That is, anything EXCEPT politically laced mumbo-jumbo whining crap. There's already enough of that nonsense choking the internet as it is. And there are better qualified "experts" out there more suited for all that garbage, than I.


T.