One that definitely comes under the heading of ‘Dan learns to draw’.
One of my early solo stories. In retrospect it don’t look that bad but my control of the page was so awful that it was mainly done on separate sheets of paper and then compiled. Even individual panels are composites of different pictures.
I also hadn’t yet figured out that when drawing you should leave space for the words to go in.
Couldn’t draw crowds. Was afraid of colour. And hadn’t really figured out the the difference between the blurry brush and the solidy brush in Photoshop.
But yeah, not that bad.
The other thing about this story is that it was when I was experimenting with fictional autobiography. I’d wanted to write something autobiographical (it’s a thing in the Small Press) but when it came to it I didn’t feel comfortable writing about real people. People who I knew. And were still around.
So I wrote a series of stories that had to be true but not necessarily to have happened. Which was an interesting thought experiment. In my head. At the time. But sounds a bit wanky written down in black and white like that.
Anyhoo, for better or worse…