"When a character dies in a story, unless the character has had his personal story expressed some way in the drawing of his face, body and attire, the reader will not care; your reader won’t have any emotional connection.
Your publisher might say, “Your story has no value; there’s only one dead guy — I need twenty or thirty dead guys for this to work.” But that is not true; if the reader feels the dead guy or wounded guys or hurt guys or whomever you have in trouble have a real personality resulting from your own deep studies of human nature — with an artist’s capacity for such observation — emotions will surge." -Jean Giraud, aka Moebius
*looks over at all the movies, games, books, etc. where the
body counts are extremely high but as a viewer I couldn't care less about each
"KILL MORE RANDOM PEOPLE!" does not actually make me connect with
them anymore. In fact it's the opposite most of the time. Once your body count
hits a certain number, I just am disgusted with how little a human life seems
to matter and start losing any interest in the main protagonist who is clearly
never going to get hurt as hundreds die around them.
Today is the day we celebrate the great Industrial Revolution dear listeners while at the same time mourn it. It marks when mankind banded together to make cities to strike back against the near force of nature like tyranny of the colossal machines that roamed the country side. No longer were the seemingly mindless killing machines to plague our tribes and villages. Lobotomized, shackled, their limbs repurposed to assemble lines, their great maws turned to processing material, their metal bodies twisted to serve mankind instead of terrorize it. And with our victory, came our own surrender to mass produced garments and household products. Suddenly we were ruled by commercial need and economics, and we had to create more metal beasts to meet our growing population's needs. For without the rampaging war machines left over from wars forgotten, we became the monsters. Ever growing beyond our own limits.
Because I haven't updated this blog in forever I'm going to throw some random doodles from a plane ride up. Ever play Pokemon? No? (oh, so you were one of THOSE kids growing up) Well Slowbro is an actual Pokemon, but the idea of SlowBro is what is Slowbro was a Frat Bro? Thus, these little doodles came to be:
So for one, I am not dead, but very much alive and well in New York City. A lot has been up in the air and a lot has been happening this last year. More on all of that later, as for now I just want to make a simple post and share something I worked on in 2014 for fun.
Enter, Spider-Nam. Originally by James Stokoe in a short comic experiment where he placed Spider-man back in the Vietnam War, the second I saw this character I was inspired to try to bring it to life! Luckily for me I had my old Spider-Man gear, so the main focus was getting my army gear in shape in time for the New York Comic Con 2014!
With a few details still left to tie up, I made the costume and had a blast at the con! Since then I've had a chance to wear it out a few more times for some fun photo shoots and parties here in NYC! Below are just a few favorite pics from some very talented photographers who were nice enough to take a photo of little old me in my Spider-Man get up!
If you or anyone else grabbed a picture of me, or just saw me wearing this out, feel free to connect with me at @EricJStover on Twitter!https://twitter.com/EricJStover