Ryan Reid Illustration + Design

I draw stories.

I make comics, draw illustrations, and write about a miscellany of things.

Snack attack – new comic work in progress

November 9, 2024 | Miscellany

Got off my tushy and started a new comic. I even took a couple work in progress photos, so you could enjoy the mess.

It’s been a while since I made a comic. All my pens needed fresh ink. One of my older brush pens I carry with me every day but never use had leaked into the cap and was a real mess. The Pilot Parallel pens were entirely empty. I needed new bristol paper. My mechanical pencils needed new graphite and whatever that blue stuff is. Wax? Magic? I don’t know.

This comic is a 4 page story featuring Robot and Francis the sheep, wherein they discover why a poutine truck was sending them a signal from a desert planet. This is top flight literature here, not to be missed.

And so, with a renewed disdain of the internet and social cesspools, I strike off with refreshed vigour and creative spirit. Miles Davis is helping with Bitches Brew. Never too old for something new-to-me, right? Right.

Later gators. Be kind.

First page of comic, work in progress.
First page of comic, work in progress.

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Office intrigue

September 30, 2024 | Miscellany

I was bored and thirsty.

Mug in hand I left my cubicle and pushed open the door to the hallway, interrupting two men having a very quiet, very private conversation. They stood suspiciously in front of elevator H. Were they going somewhere? Was that a good place to share secrets? There’s a janitor closet over there, but maybe that’s only for janitor secrets.

Janitors know things.

They stopped whispering and looked at me. Why were they looking at me? What did I interrupt exactly? I lifted my mug enough to say “I don’t really give a shit about your little secrets club fellas, I just want some water,” but not enough to say “I heard everything, I’m on to you, blackmail forthcoming.”

“Harmless,” said their faces, “psst psst,” continued their mouths.

I kept walking.

My mug filled at the Oasis, carefully – no spilling, I retraced my steps. The men didn’t look up this time. They didn’t pause their shady conversation, or postpone their strange scheming.

“Harmless.”

Hushed tones dissolved as the door closed behind me. I returned to my cubicle.

A ring of water formed under my mug.

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In the beginning

August 20, 2024 | Miscellany

In the beginning there was nothing.
Then there was something.
Then more something.
Etc.
And now
it’s just
really
really
crowded.

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Maybe it’s somebody else’s frequency illusion

June 18, 2024 | Miscellany

The frequency illusion (also known as the Baader–Meinhof phenomenon) is a cognitive bias in which a person notices a specific concept, word, or product more frequently after recently becoming aware of it.

Wikipedia

We aren’t looking for a new car right now, but this always happens when we are looking for a new car. Also, I had a weird dream years ago that I don’t recall now at all, but the entire following morning my brain was picking out the number 2 everywhere. I think the brain is a computer looking for programming.

And somehow my brain thinks this is related, but like opposite maybe:

The Somebody Else’s Problem field… relies on people’s natural predisposition not to see anything they don’t want to, weren’t expecting, or can’t explain. If Effrafax had painted the mountain pink and erected a cheap and simple Somebody Else’s Problem field on it, then people would have walked past the mountain, round it, even over it, and simply never have noticed that the thing was there.

Douglas Adams, Life, The Universe, and Everything

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Charles Bukowski on work

May 19, 2024 | Miscellany

We work too hard. We try too hard.

Don’t try. Don’t work. It’s there. Looking right at us, aching to kick out of the closed womb.

Charles Bukowski in a letter to friend William Packard

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Do. Or do not. There is no try.

Yoda, The Empire Strikes Back
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Steve Martin on success

April 6, 2024 | Miscellany

Nobody ever takes note of it because it’s not the answer they want to hear. What they want to hear is “Here’s how you get an agent…” or “Here’s how to write a script…”. But I always say “Be so good they can’t ignore you.” If somebody is thinking “How can I be really good?” people are going to come to you. It’s much easier doing it that way than going to cocktail parties.

Steve Martin

There’s a bit of Steve Martin stuff in my orbit lately – the 2 part documentary on AppleTV, Only Murders in the Building, and that clip of him on Charlie Rose years ago where he says the above quote. All excellent.

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Daylight starving time

April 1, 2024 | Comics

Daylight starving time thumbnail

A line is drawn, and blame assigned

Two crows suffer the exhaustion brought on by daylight saving time, and place the blame square at the feet of the dumb humans.

Read the comic!

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Floating

March 17, 2024 | Miscellany

Robot is stranded on a floating rock.
All by myyyyself…

The past couple weeks have been a blur of prioritizing other people over myself, and I’m exhausted. Of course this happens all the time as an adult, a parent, a husband, an employee. You strive for balance. It hasn’t felt very balanced. It was made worse of course by my complete failure to organize the time I did have for myself, instead falling back on bad habits. Wasting time on the Reddit, or Youtube is easier to justify when you’re mentally and physically wore out. It’s hard to create when you’re in this state, but it’s not impossible.

Random experiences are important for new creative ideas, and putting yourself in the path of randomness can be beneficial. Many years ago I’d sit in a public place, like the food court at the mall, and sketch the people and things I saw as they wandered by. You never knew what you would see. But even without the sketch pad, placing your mind and body in the way of the new and unfamiliar is the point. Maybe creating while tired, if you can convince yourself it’s in the same category, could be something very similar. Your mind does some strange business when it’s not operating at full capacity. It often connects some odd dots. Isn’t that the headspace artists are looking for?

While I consider how to better use the little personal time I have, please enjoy this silly drawing of Robot stranded on a floating rock. It has no connection to anything I’ve written here today, which I guess makes it random, and therefore wholly connected to everything I’ve written here today.

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Drawing, writing, drawing writing

March 2, 2024 | Miscellany

Digital sketch of a cartoon frog in a space suit holding a laser gun.
Pew! Pew!

Lately I’ve been oscillating between writing a new comic story, experimenting with watercolour, and drawing an adventurous space frog. This is a sketch in Procreate, I’ll ink and colour it later. I’ve taken a break from drawing this frog to work on some title text for it in Affinity Designer.

The comic writing is coming along well, too. It’s not related to this frog, but it’s a fun space story with Robot and Francis the sheep, and some new characters. But it’s taking me a while, so I want to write a single page comic in the mean time just to have something to draw while I finish the big story. This is a thing that happens, where I take on too much and nothing gets finished. Don’t ask about unnamed owl story, it’s first draft is sitting over there begging to also be worked on. I’m surrounded by works in progress.

The good news is I’m more focused on what I’m making than ever before. The bad news is Reddit exists and I have little self control.

So I’m a work in progress, too.

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Chew chew chew

February 11, 2024 | Miscellany

Crow chewing gum and blowing a big bubble.
PFFFT!

I was sick this week. Some mild flu I guess, nausea, muscle aches, chills. It wasn’t bad enough to keep me in bed, but I didn’t have enough energy to do anything. So I just sat around being bored and feeling like crap for 3 days. Then I slipped on some ice and hurt my wrist. So It’s been a week.

But it wasn’t entirely miserable. Cracker Jack’s high school band played a concert which I always enjoy. I’m making an effort to read more, mindlessly web surf less, and that just feels good. The weather has been milder, which makes morning walks a happier experience.

See? Balance. Namaste, or whatever.

And in case you want to know what I’m currently reading, here it is: The Creative Act: A Way of Being by Rick Rubin, and Nemesis by Isaac Asimov.

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