THE BOBBINS (2013-2022) ARCHIVE IS BACK UP!

The revival of Bobbins amounts to 250 comics over nine years. This one from later in the run illustrates the strength it had gained by this point, but also the seeds of its destruction. It was meant to be an easy fill-in that I could knock out at a rate of two strips a day if I needed to. If you can draw ten strips a week and you’re running four a week, that’s an easy way to build up a big buffer and rest for a while.

But I can’t draw two strips like this a day. Due to the gains in my technical ability that had come from writing Giant Days, and being able to ask an artist to draw pretty much anything (because in the case of the artists I worked with, they could), I had begun to ask more difficult visual questions of myself as an artist too. This strip is complicated. There are 17 distinct figures in it and multiple picture planes. At this level of complexity, I am effectively cramming a whole full-size page into panels that are too small. It’s not a nice, concise little strip. It’s an exercise in compression. I was compromising my efforts in the name of format, having lost sight of simplicity.

This is the sort of byway you can find yourself going down when you aren’t looking closely at what you’re doing, and these stories were improvised with the barest of guiding notes. It’s most likely the reason that a lot of webcomics of the 2000s begin with two guys on a sofa playing video games, and five years later, feature the same guys staring into a spiralling void with an HR Giger monster coming out of it, trying to save the timestream, as part of a story called “Chronicle Odyssey IV: A Change”. We all did it. Some of those people never came back.

I do like this story though, about Tim’s stupid band playing a gig at the wrong sort of venue, and I like how it’s drawn, and I like the line “DOG DIRT SONGS” because it’s profoundly stupid. I still think the drawing is some of my best. But I came to understand that it was a waste of energy, putting all this good stuff into a fill-in that reworked old comics, in a format that I couldn’t print in a way I found satisfactory. I’d mastered the format, but the format was from 1998. A couple of months later, after doing a Ryan story that I really wanted to do, in 2020 I called time on Bobbins.

If you’ve not read the 12 (heretofore) unpublished strips from 2022, have a look!

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