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Apologies for the mini-hiatus – normal service will resume forthwith. Reason for it is my lack of a second or third pair of arms to continue pencilling and inking as my current pair hammer out relentless tweets and emails to promote my Kickstarter human trafficking graphic novel project, which is now 53% funded with only 8 days to go! It’s a Staff Pick but could still use your help, , choose a reward and make that pledge!
In the meantime, here’s a snippet from my sketchbook from a recent interview yesterday with a survivor of human trafficking, sketched live and direct. I’m experimenting with different ways of working, and I have to admit, there’s something about the immediacy and roughness (like her chin) in the portrait that gives it a more intimate, personalized feel that would be hard to replicate in a photo portrait (or even a meticulously pencilled sketch, for that matter). Or should I just not draw straight to ink? You tell me (by hitting the comments button below).
Check out the full story on the Berdsk Courier’s website here. Including comedy phrases from google translate such as “Victor Semyanov: neutered dog – not the man”.
This will be the last extract from Laxmi’s story for a little while as my travel journal has been on hiatus and I’ve got a lot to catch you all up on. If you’re new to these parts or want to contribute, please check out the Kickstarter campaign on the left hand sidebar. Or you can buy a print of the comic using the buttons underneath each day’s tier.
By the way, newcomers: read from the start of my Nepal diary by clicking here.
Attention all Kickstarter supporters: a new update will be out tomorrow (complete with new rewards too).
For background to Pushpa’s groundbreaking home for children whose parents are in prison, check out this earlier comic from a few weeks back. And happy Tihar one and all!
An experiement: all panels uploaded from my iphone without touchups, using the Cam Scanner app. First two panels are directly lifted from my sketchbook, as photos (especially of the funeral party) felt wrong.
