I’m a much slower story-artist than I used to be, but random pauses at work sometimes give me chances to dabble on my pet personal project – an expansion of old Rocket Rabbit comics stories.
For the past few years Rocket Rabbit has become primarily an art therapy project, as I continue to learn to draw with my left hand. I’m still trying to find a style with a balance of fast & loose but precise & funny, which is requirement for a story-artist as well. As that search is on-going, these drawings here aren’t final print-ready art, but loose character concepts. In addition to such drawing exploration, the fun of this project is in expanding the silly world of Rocket & Professor, and practicing my writing. Though ‘writing‘ is perhaps too grandiose a term for what I’m aiming for.
As a wee child, I always got a kick out of the nutty reality of cartoons; that a man-sized rabbit could verbally banter with his human hunter. That a talking mouse could have a talking dog as one of his best friends, and yet own a non-verbal pet dog as well. Aesop’s fables often had this surreal logic, as well as fairy tales, and our nightly dreams work that way too. It’s utter nonsense that makes sense in a weird way.
I’ve worked in animation studios all my adult life, and enjoy it immensely, but over the years psychologists and story gurus have hit everything so hard with their respective logic sticks that much of that nutty joy has been boiled out of the cartoon soup, and tossed down the sink. I didn’t get into animation because I wanted it to be like real life, I got into it precisely because it’s NOT.