Watson, my little boy

January 29, 2019Posted In Watson Life

I’m so sad that Watson has died. It never occurred to me that it would be hard to draw the strip, or that I wouldn’t want to, once he died, but it feels that way now. I never realized how having him in the world made “drawing him” easier or seem more true, but it did. Now, when I think about drawing the character of Watson for the comic it feels strange. In fact, I haven’t even tried. I’ve been drawing comics my whole life and am glad I finally hit upon a comic strip format where I felt like I could be myself and draw how I want to draw. I literally have no idea what’s going to happen. I suspect I’m still very shaken and very sad. Watson was my little boy, which is what I always called him. I’m so sad my little boy is gone. No one will ever take his place.

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