Balloon Animals

A sketch of two of my characters: Snowbear and Chilly.

Here's my first little stab at a web presence. In the past I've been pretty bad about it. Save for occasional pictures I've put up in my Facebook albums. I haven't done much in the way of posting any of my work online. 

Perhaps I'll be forgiven if I make up for it from now on. 

Figured blogspot was the place to go since tumblr moves a bit too fast for my liking (and would probably be a hassle to keep up with) and also because Chris Duffy, Paul Pope, Fabio Moon and Gabriel Ba all seem to find them sufficient for posting updates.

So, here I am, world. Come and find me.

Here I am.

Or at least until I get a website. 

This is where I'll be.

Beginnings

The room my brother and I used to sleep in (which is now entirely my brother's room) had one of those inspirational posters. 

It was a picture of a little boy and a man. Both were reaching for a balloon the boy had accidentally let go of.

The poster said something it said something like (I don't remember it exactly):

"once lost 

a reputation is virtually impossible to regain"

Since then, the image of balloons wandering in the atmosphere has drifted through my night and daydreams.

Whenever I took one home after a birthday party or some special occasion I made a point never to let it go. It's much like the many ideas my brother and I plan on turning into stories. I want to hold on tight to them. I've spent so long keeping them a secret. Afraid they might be stolen away. Or misunderstood.

And mostly, I didn't want any turtles to choke.

I don't want to think that way anymore though, in terms of what people will think of me.

A palm reader told me that the lines of what I want to do and what i'm worried people will think about my intentions are crisscrossed such that I am paralyzed to inaction.

The truth is this, birds are meant to fly and balloons are meant to soar.

We tie them to the earth, but a balloon is meant to fly or it will wither as the air escapes.

I will not let my dreams wither with me.

I must let them rise. 

Tomorrow begins the first week of my senior year at the Center for Cartoon Studies.

Wish me luck.

Going to make this a good year.