Trees are among the first things I tried to draw. I find I keep drawing them all the time. I like trees. They give me a sense of stability, of serenity, of longevity. I think trees are beautiful, no matter how gnarly, pitted, or distorted they become. In fact, the more gruesome they are, the more fascinating and spellbinding they become.
I write a lot of my stories around trees. A lot of my artwork has trees. Elmer #1 ends beside a giant tree. I recently drew both Wolverine and Conan beside a giant tree. A story I’m doing for a local magazine, The Hunt, opens beside a giant horribly distorted tree. Some of my future stories have settings beside visually imposing trees.
Once in a while I’ll be doing these quick sketches, drawing directly with ink and colored on the computer very quickly, nothing more than an hour. I’m trying to challenge myself with what I can do with so little time. I’m a very slow artist to begin with (which makes me pretty useless doing quick sketches at signings), but with these sketches, I can hopefully get more used to it.