I am haunted by the forecast of a friend – according to him, it is my destiny to be the creator of comic books. Ever since he made this unexpected and rather dramatic prediction I have thought about it more frequently than my laughing dismissal might have suggested. I have dabbled in drawing, illustration, and story telling for much of my life but never with any kind of direction or purpose. Lately though, things have started to come together for me – and Sarah Bone has started appearing on random scraps of paper.
My drawing skills are rusty at best, and I’m still trying to figure out how to draw a skeleton that falls somewhere comfortably between realistic and cartoony. But I think I’m heading in the right direction. I’m not sure what story Sarah Bone has appeared to tell, but I am enjoying getting to know her (she’s a lot like myself actually).
Why a skeleton? I have loved skeletons ever since receiving a model of one for Christmas and assembling it with my Dad. I must have been 6 or 7. I love the imagery and folklore that surrounds them, and I love their morbid and wicked sense of humor (Terry Pratchett’s character Death shaped my idea of them quite a bit). I also like the idea that underneath it all – nationality, skin color, weight, etc. we’re all just bones. Our bits and bobs all look the same(ish) when they’ve lain in the earth for 100 years. So Sarah Bone is me to some extent – the bones of me. It’s fun to draw hair and clothes though, so she gets those.
Not sure where this is going, but I’m along for the ride and if you care to join me, then the more the merrier!