A. I die.
B. They become teenagers.
C. I die because my kids are teenagers.
I also want to spend more of my time in creative ventures. I feel that part of me has been stagnant and needs a good thrashing.
Now, somewhere on my travels through the vast wasteland that is the interwebs, I've stumbled across a couple people who take drawings done by their children, then modify and/or color them.
BOOM. Two birds, one stone. That's how we do.
So I had Isaac draw a basic monster that I could run with, in pencil:
Needless to say it was a bit rushed, and I think now that he knows what we're doing, the next one will be much more refined. We're thinking robot, but I'm not one for spoilers.
So I took it and did my thang. I kept as much of the basic composition and gesture as possible, so it's still definitely his as much as mine. And here is what happened:
A little color-correction because we kick it Old-school and we've got us a Lovecraftian horror that wants a hug. And also to eat your soul. But mostly a hug.
Needless to say, I want to continue to do these with both boys for as long as possible. Could make for a fairly epic series. I'll keep you posted.
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