Character sheets are srs business.  Why I can’t seem to do these for characters I’m using in a consistently visual (comic) medium, as opposed to a novel with artwork, I do not know.

The notes on Theo’s side, the left, are Colleen’s  The notes on Johna’s side, on the right, are mine.  Because I made them taller than there was room on the paper (it was part lack of planning and part not really caring about that right at the moment, we were working on scars and body types), you can’t quite tell that Johna is half a head taller than Theo.  Which, since Theo is nearly ten years Johna’s senior, is highly amusing.

Eventually I’m going to do the crests too, but that is just not happening in the moment.

Character sheets are srs business.  Why I can’t seem to do these for characters I’m using in a consistently visual (comic) medium, as opposed to a novel with artwork, I do not know.

The notes on Theo’s side, the left, are Colleen’s  The notes on Johna’s side, on the right, are mine.  Because I made them taller than there was room on the paper (it was part lack of planning and part not really caring about that right at the moment, we were working on scars and body types), you can’t quite tell that Johna is half a head taller than Theo.  Which, since Theo is nearly ten years Johna’s senior, is highly amusing.

Eventually I’m going to do the crests too, but that is just not happening in the moment.


[She] only says a word to tell Johna which horse is the one she took - borrowed - when they get down to the stableyard. He’s come with a note to pin on its reins —

Please return me to the convent nearest to here. I have been found and taken in by someone kind, but must find my way home to my Sisters. Thank you and blessings from the Exalted Almighty.

It is a very well-spoken horse.


I read a good chunk of our project (…ok, book) to Devin and asked what he thought of Johna.  “You mean besides the fact that he worries a lot?”  (His further assessment was otherwise very flattering.)
Then Colleen wanted a chibi of him.  Something silly and ridiculous.  What of, did she say?  “ I had him making that face - the one where the eyes are just overdrawn circles of pure “WHYYYYYYYY”!   And holding out his hands exasperatedly.  I don’t remember…there was a reason for this? Other than that…Chibi Johna as a squire being in a state of panic.”
So this happened.
I am allowing photo replies so SOMEBODY can post aforementioned doodle COLLEEN I AM LOOKING AT YOU.

I read a good chunk of our project (…ok, book) to Devin and asked what he thought of Johna.  “You mean besides the fact that he worries a lot?”  (His further assessment was otherwise very flattering.)

Then Colleen wanted a chibi of him.  Something silly and ridiculous.  What of, did she say?  “ I had him making that face - the one where the eyes are just overdrawn circles of pure “WHYYYYYYYY”!   And holding out his hands exasperatedly.  I don’t remember…there was a reason for this? Other than that…Chibi Johna as a squire being in a state of panic.”

So this happened.

I am allowing photo replies so SOMEBODY can post aforementioned doodle COLLEEN I AM LOOKING AT YOU.


And now for the actual Sunday feature…

I’m trying to give myself something I have to post here every once in a while at the least so that I still work on it.  So we’ll make Sunday the art recap day.

Colleen was here all week and let me tell you, that meant crazy amounts of art production.  Of course now that she’s left, I find myself looking at the art that actually came out of it on my end and cringing (“This doesn’t look half as good as I thought it did a couple days ago.”) but that’s totally normal.

The biggest project right now is a piece involving our lovers of the moment and a stained glass window, and…well, let’s start with the “stained glass”.

We picked up a package of a cheap scrapbook equivalent of acetate after seeing the amazing things that Eric Carle has done with it in one of his galleries at the Eric Carle Picture Book Museum, and I went at it with a pencil, a photo reference, a pair of scissors, and a mathematical mindset.

The photo reference, taken in a church in Prague (you like religious artwork? Yes, see Italy, but don’t overlook Prague):

I didn’t trace the photo (the size wouldn’t have allowed it) but instead tried breaking it down into segments according to the repetition of shapes and sketching out just one section.  Then, if I didn’t feel comfortable free-handing some pieces for the sake of making it even, I used another page of acetate to trace and cut scraps in order to duplicate them.  I only drew half, on the vertical; then I folded the page in half and traced my own work to get the other side.  Two dried-up sharpies and many fumes later, I had this:

Sorry for the blurry pic, it’s the cell phone cam or nothing.  The white is uncolored, and so when you color it on the back, behind the marker, it ends up looking a little like this (I used prismacolor colored pencils):

You need to be sure to press hard.  If there’s any interest, maybe I’ll do a step-by-step of making these.  And what’s so different between doing it on acetate and on any other plain white paper, you ask?  Well, when you hold it up to the light….

Gorgeous right?  Except, you know, for the sharpie not being opaque like I thought it would be.  I’m wondering if I should be using real brushed ink next time, like some of the thick comicking stuff.

The end-result, as planned, was going to be our romantic forbidden couple in a rather “One Hand, One Heart”/ “Somewhere” sort of scene — in front of a stained glass window in some church, very romantic and forbidden of them.  But the pose I ended up sketching really isn’t working for me for it:

It’s far too comfortable.  So I think I’ll start from scratch on it, the pose I mean, and just use this one for something else.  Or send it to Colleen, and let her figure out what to do with it.

Our boys are from a project we’re working on…but I’m not allowed to tell you what it is just yet, until it’s finished.


When he was a squire, when he had first worn his oversized armor or when Theo had first pulled his hand to make him hold a sword, he had thought his ribs might crack with the strain of his heart.
WIP