Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Here we have a illustration I completed recently for the Asian Art Museum's teen membership program. I'm trying to get more commercial work in between comics, so if any of you out there would like to hand me huge sums of money for meisterwerks like this, please email me at geoffvasileisreal@gmail.com. Soon there will be a shiny new website where you can see other examples of the kind of skill and creativity you'll be buying when you hire Geoff Vasile. With such plans in place, my success is assured.

Trackrabbit #5 has been revised, partially redrawn, and reprinted and is now officially done and behind me. It's 42 pages of pure magic, and can be yours for the low price of $5. If you want one for yourself, or a few hundred for the retail outlet where you are employed, please contact me at the above address.

I'm torn as to my next project. I've got an idea for a story that could tie in nicely to the last two Trackrabbits. It features our friends Guy and Beanie, together again and working on a top secret project at Foreklaw. It also has Pirates, Time Travel, and Reptoids. It's pretty ridiculous. I like the idea of making these books a trilogy that wraps up in a grand, gonzo, over-the-top finale.

I'm also considering the idea of doing another issue of my auto-bio comic, The History of Increasing Humiliation. It would consist of all-new stories, mostly about when my Father was first diagnosed with cancer. I know, I know... Who needs another cloying comics memoir about familial tragedy? I can only apologize, dear reader, and say that I am not without the need for occasional catharsis. This book would be a clearing house of sorts for the emotions that have welled up in the years since my father's passing. I promise, tacky and sentimental though the subject matter may seem, that I will invest it with all the antics and mean-spirited humor that you've come to expect form my work. Hopefully this book will sell as well as all the other NPR-baiting comics memoirs out there. Then I can use all that sweet dead dad money to bankroll more stories about robots and dinosaurs and shit.

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