One aspect of drawing I have always liked is being able to tell a story. Ever since I was a little kid, I would draw stories (with my limited English vocabulary I would come up with names for characters such as Mr. Monkey and Mr.Squirrel). The stories were never really planned, so most of them took crazy turns or simply never got finished. Unfortunately, the older drawings are at my parent's house in Puerto Rico, so I will show ones from middle school and later. You may notice that the drawing quality is much lower. I would usually sacrifice quality for speed when drawing comic strips. If I tried too hard to make it look perfect, I would get discouraged before finishing the first page.
This first image is the first piece and chapter of a comic strip I drew during middle school featuring every one of the guys in my class (except for two that I was just never satisfied with how I drew them). This one lasted for about 6 pages. Bear in mind that the text is in Spanish.
In high school, I had to live at the during the week and had four roommates. I made up a comic strip while I was there where my roommates and I escaped from the school and some faculty members went after us. The chase took us through the mountains, to an underground secret base, and even to outer space. Once again, I made the story up as I drew, often not knowing myself what would happen next. Other students enjoyed reading my comic strip notebook and would especially enjoy seeing the faculty in action (always a reason for laughter). The first pages had horrible quality, but as people started asking for more, my drawings improved a little bit. Here is one early scene of "Room #4 Comics" (Cuarto Cuatro Comics, in Spanish, named after our bedroom's number), where we see our first confrontation with a teacher:
This scene has us in an elevator in an underground secret base:
Here is the faculty in a battle pose:
And this is where we escape to outer space (you may recognize the spaceship from a previous post):
The comic strip went on to have around 50 pages and nine chapters before the school year ended. I tried to continue on subsequent years, but I had lost the momentum I had gained with the original one. And the fact that half of my roommates had graduated and didn't bug me to read it everyday helped too.
I did, however, draw some single panel cartoons that next year of high school. I would post these weekly at the library's entrance. Here is an example. The residential teacher is making sure that no one is in other rooms after bedtime, which was a very common event at that school:
In college, I did not draw as many comic strips as I did in high school, but managed to squeeze one in every once in a while. Here is half of one I did as part of a handout for a school organization:
I hope you have been able to see at least some improvement over time. The ones I have drawn for this blog were pretty simple, but hopefully not too bad. I'll try my skills again for my 100th post which is coming up soon!