This is the End...

...of this blog!

And no new art to boot.

Scared yet? Don't be. My "feeling old and lonely" depression hasn't driven me to off myself, and this isn't my last hurrah. If anything, my depression kicked my ass and spurred me on. I've had my own domain name for a while, and I even toyed with this blog being directed to it, but it fucked my email.

So, as of yesterday, I am the proud new poppa of two new domains and a web hosting package of my own.

So, there will be no more use for me to keep my blogger page. Not when you can check out blog.shonborn.net for all your bloggy goodness. This is of course a subdomain of www.shonborn.net. I haven't exactly figured out what I plan on doing with it yet. Something accessible, show-offy, but not exactly blog-a-licious either. More along the lines of my former site www.nobody.sh, but different. I'm no longer a part of that, but you should check it out anyway because it's still awesome with some awesome people keeping it alive.

And be sure to keep an eye out for my other site www.guttertrash.net. Gutter Trash is going to be my bi-weekly comics and movies podcast. We're still some time away from being up and running, but I'm planning for sometime in September, finances willing.

I'm not going to be trashing the blogger page. It'll still be here, but this is the last time I'll be updating it. All new updates will be at blog.shonborn.net, and everything that was posted here is over there now too.

So, the final rundown:

My website: www.shonborn.net

My blog: blog.shonborn.net

My future podcast: www.guttertrash.net

And while you're clicking on random shit, don't forget: buyerbewarecomics.blogspot.com, scarablacesear.blogspot.com, and fanfour9.blogspot.com.

Thanks for checking this place out, all the folks who I know and don't know. I hope to hear from you at the new place.

30

I'm old today. This is definitely not where I saw myself at the age of 30. 2008 has been a definite shit year for me, mostly of my own design. The comic thing is still a definite goal for me, but I work slowly. I want my projects to mean something personally to me. I no longer have the dreams of being a big superhero artist or writer. I would be perfectly content never having anything published by Marvel, DC, Dark Horse, Image, etc. I still love doodling and sketching all those big heroic characters, but the stories I need to tell need to be smaller, and need to be mine. The goal isn't fame and fortune in a dying industry, but rather longevity. Something that can sit on a bookshelf, something long-form. Nothing I do will be amazing. My genetic make-up won't allow me to be amazing, or allow anyone to tell me that it's amazing. But whatever I do, will be a labor of love for me, and me alone. It's taken me a very long time to come to that conclusion, and I'm ready to face it.

Meanwhile, as I enter into my third decade, fallen out with two people I used to consider my closest friends, I'm still struggling to not completely shut myself off from the outside world. The biggest regrets in my life for the past 10 years all happened in this past year, but, it also helped me focus I think. I hope that someday I'll be able to reconcile with the people that I wronged, but that'll take time, and despite being what I officially consider old, I don't I'm yet mature enough to deal with that. After all, I still love comics.

This post is dedicated to Amanda and Bruce, the two people I wish I could be spending today with, but - due to my own fucked-up mindspace - can't.

Fantastic 2: Rise of the Self-Loathing Artist

Drew this as part of an art swap for a friend of mine. He's commissioning a ton of artists to recreate an old issue of The Fantastic Four. You can find that blog here. You can also see the super-awesome Blue Beetle page he did in return for this FF piece here. Also check out his blog at buyerbewarecomics.blogspot.com Below is the Jack Kirby original of the page above.

Life Failure

Project Rooftop had a Superman Redesign contest about a month ago or so. Didn't make the finalists. Drawn in Illustrator.

I have nothing to say about Project Rooftop.

Fantastic

I like the Fantastic Four, in theory. The execution has never held up to what I expect it to be. An old friend of mine and I used to come up with FF stories to try to pitch Marvel (each rejected or ignored), and our ideas of the FF were more appealing than the actual comics. Anyhoo, I drew this a bunch of years ago. I was working at a television station, in Master Control. This was drawn entirely in ballpoint pen on the back of a timing rundown for a newscast.