At some point towards the end of high school, I knew I wanted to make comics. Since then I’ve never wanted to do anything else. It hasn’t been easy. But seeing my first work published in the 90’s was thrilling and nothing that’s happened since has managed to put a dent in that.
These proofs are both surprising and familiar. I mean, I know the book by heart of course, but seeing images and words you pulled from thin air, or which seemed to have been beamed into your brain and then onto the page by some outside force, now solidified in print…I don’t know how to describe it. After the hours, days, weeks, months of grinding away at it, I almost wonder where this all came from, as if someone else had made it.
On top of that, I love books, and I love that in a time with so much gadgetry, a book has lost none of its magic or appeal. I can’t wait for this thing to exist! First Second Books