This started as a literal tale of my teenage insomnia, which was probably driven by poverty, sugar, and fear of life after high school in 1979. Making it wordless rendered those details obsolete. Is this kid brave, stupid, crazy, or desperate? It's been so long even I don't remember.
To make the story look unique, I spent some effort backwards engineering Springfield MA of the late 1970s. Period details include comic book decals, black-and-white television, Winchester Square in its decline, and malt liquor bottle cap puzzles. Like my other Springfield tales "Six-Year-Old Horse Thief" and "School Fight!", this is a fictional work built on my distant memories and old man guilt. I could easily be both characters.
Tools and Materials
- 10 x 15 inch live art area (10.5 x 16 inch on the bleed page)
- Strathmore 500 bristol smooth paper
- Blick Black Cat india ink
- Short-handle round #2 sable brush
- Ruling pen (borders)
- Speedball nib #515EF (thicker lines)
- Hunt 22B (medium lines)
- hunt 102 crow quill nib (thin lines)
- Adobe Illustrator (bottle caps)
- Adobe Photoshop (bottle cap puzzles, production)
Hoping that's more than you need to enjoy "I Did Nothing." Thanks for not mugging me that night.
Dave M!, reconstructing his past one anecdote at a time.