Two new coloring pages to add to LQ’s growing collection! I couldn’t believe I had never drawn Thomas the Engine, from the eponymous Thomas and Friends. LQ also requested Percy, from the same show.
[This originally appeared as an at the top of the site to explain the origin and reason for my comic strip, Welcome to Falling Rock National Park (2006-2012). I am reprinting it here as a post.]
My previous comic strip, The Family Monster, ran from October 2002 to May 2006. While I was writing it, I began to develop the idea for Welcome to Falling Rock National Park. I moved from Colorado to Oregon in the summer of 2006 and the timing seemed right for a change.
That’s the short version. Here’s the longer one.
The characters in The Family Monster were created in my senior year of college. I was finishing up my college comic strip, Atticus and Glen. Atticus was a wise old squirrel and Glen was a naive college student with a strange hat and a large dot on his shirt. Glen’s unrequited love was a fellow college student named Dee.
When I graduated college, I left the characters of Atticus and Glen behind. I decided that they belonged to that world, and since my life was about to change drastically, my comics had to reflect that.
The Family Monster was the first comic strip I did after college. It ran in The Colorado Daily. I am still amazed that they took a chance on me, given the horrendous comics I gave them to review. After a few years in that paper, I was picked up by the McClatchy-Tribune Campus, a college-friendly wire service. The Family Monster could then appear in any college paper that subscribed to the MCT Campus. Welcome to Falling Rock National Park is still thankfully run by this service.
For The Family Monster, I took Dee back in time to when she was just a girl growing up in the Arizona desert. Three monsters – Monster, Dirch, and Eggman – moved in with Dee to scare her silly. They failed miserably. Nevertheless, they stayed on, living in an underground fort in Dee’s backyard. The strip came to be about the interaction of the four main characters’ personalities.
The Family Monster was fairly open-ended in terms of the stories I could tell because of guest characters. If I wanted to do a story about pirates, I’d have pirates visit. If I wanted to tell a scary monster story (as opposed to the decidedly unscary three main monsters), I would bring in a character called Brulock the Destroyer. Another recurring character was Monster’s brother, Theo. Theo had renounced his monsterhood to become a wandering Buddhist, much to Monster’s dismay.
I had a lot of fun with The Family Monster. It was a comic strip that could never be syndicated, though. The responses I got from the syndicates (who, in turn, sell the comic to daily newspapers) were: the art is too alternative and the story not accessible enough. I also grew tired of the restrictions of drawing the monsters – they were basically sticks with heads, and I wanted to draw characters more capable of expression.
When I thought to set a comic strip in a National Park, I got the same feeling I do whenever I see vast possibility in front of me. I don’t know where I’ll end up, but it will be a long, long ways from where I started. Just as if I was visiting an actual National Park, there are many directions I can go without sacrificing the cohesiveness of the comic strip. The landscape is very much a part of the story.
Dee is still around. This time, I’m taking her to her first job after college. She’s a park ranger. She’s easy to spot: she has the big goofy hat. Maybe by the end of my career I’ll have told Dee’s entire life story. I would like that.
I learned a lot from drawing The Family Monster, and I appreciate everyone who took the time to read it.
My friend and partner blogger Steve commissioned this timely image of Voltron wearing a mask. It was a lot of fun to make!
If you are interested in a commission, message me or simply head over to my portfolio website, kidshay.com
Ready to be taken into your home from the streets of Covidlandia!
I’ve been thinking about how much we have lost this year. Family and friends, acquaintances and those who we never knew personally but whose work affected us nonetheless. Each life represents a story that is gone and never fully recovered.
I once visited the Vietnam War Memorial in DC and was struck by the inconceivable number of names engraved in stone. It felt endless, not because of the physical length but because of the unquantifiable loss represented by each life brutally ended. That war changed the country, but I don’t know if it was for the better.
The virus has cut short a number of lives that I cannot begin to comprehend, but it doesn’t end there. Unemployment, overworked first responders, essential workers who have had to hold the economy up on their backs. We haven’t even begun the mourning process because we’re still in the middle of the tragedy.
And now we are seeing the result of too much brutality against black and brown citizens for too long. The pent up anxiety of a pandemic has no doubt fueled the rage, but that makes it no less justified. What we need is a government willing to listen to the voices rising up in the streets. What we have is a president who understands nothing but his own ego, who only denounces racism under extreme duress. We all know he is on the side of the oppressors.
It feels bleak, but whenever I check my feed I see posts of support, people who want to do the right thing. People writing of acceptance and love. We want to help each other. So I’ll end on that note. If you made it all the way to the end, thank you. I’m with you.
*Don’t take that couch!
I started a new website dedicated to commissions and illustration work.
If you are interested in someone with my particular style, or know someone who does, have a look and feel free to contact me.
In my ongoing effort to produce coloring pages for all of LQ’s favorite characters, I made two more engines from Thomas & Friends: Emily and James. In this time of self-quarantine, perhaps you or a child you know could take solace in coloring some trains.
Some recent dinosaur drawings. I left the last four black and white in case you’d like to print and color them. In case you check only this blog and fear I have fallen off the planet, fear not: I post regularly to my Instagram account: @kidshaycomics