My name is Eric White. I’m a dad, a husband, a workaholic and a lover of coffee.
My 9-5 job for about 15 years now has as a Graphic Designer. Its a fun job and I think I’m pretty good at it, but really…my passion lies in a slightly different place. I love comic books, comic book styles of illustration and visual storytelling.
In 2008 I began working nights as a flatter. Thanks to my comics and coloring mentor Brian Miller (find out all things Brian at masterdigitalcolor.com) I’ve was able to flat some of the industries biggest titles. It’s grueling work– No. That’s not correct. It’s hard work- – No…I wouldn’t say it’s hard either. It’s tedious work with long hours for very little pay and (many times) very tight deadlines. As negative as that last sentence sounds…I really didn’t mind it all that much. It’s simple work that I can do in my underwear after the kids go to bed while watching movies and drinking buckets of coffee. The best part is at the end of the month I get paid for working in the comic business. It’s kind of the gutters of the comic business and it’s not much money…but still…I was getting paid to work in the comic book business. A little over a year ago I realized that I was spending ALL my available free time flatting. So much so that I had no time for any other creative endeavors. So I said my thank yous to all my flatting contacts and stepped away. I am no longer searching for or accepting any work as a flatter.
I was 4 years old when my grandmother gave me a couple bucks and sent me next door to the drug store to get myself a float while she got her hair styled. On my way to the counter to get that float I noticed the spinner rack and was immediately drawn to it. I grabbed a couple books (Incredible Hulk and an Iron Man) and that was it. I was hooked. I was in love and I know what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Unfortunately my young life was less than ideal and my dreams didn’t quite work out like I had hoped. It wasn’t until I was almost 30 that begun to understand what it means to be a “Comic Book Artist”. As a kid I always had this romanticized idea of a comic book artists being some sort of button-up-shirt-hipster that spends his days in a downtown studio happily and effortlessly drawing panel after panel of superheroes foiling evil plots and saving the day. All through my teens and twenties I never felt like I was talented, knowledgeable or “cool” enough to be a comic book artists (although in my teens this probably had more to do with the difficulties in my life) (and in my twenties I was drunk) (like…SUPER drunk) (all the time). While I still deal with artistic self-esteem every time I pick up a pencil, pen or stylus…I’ve come to realize that being an artist is what you make of it. Thanks to amazing artists that I’ve gotten to know (some in person, some through working relationships and many through social media outlets) I now know that the only thing that’s holding me back from success is myself. I know I’ll never be the monthly penciler on a SpiderMan title and I’m ok with that. What I’m NOT ok with is sitting on the outside looking in anymore. I’m NOT ok with feeling sorry for myself anymore because I’m not creating anything. So I’ve been coloring and drawing more than ever. I’ve gotten on several sketch card sets, had some work published, sold commissions and have learned TONS about myself, my art and whats possible with a little hard work.
I don’t really know where I’m headed with all this. With these clicky pencils, microns, brushes, Copic markers, photoshop and various other technologies…but I can tell you this: Under no circumstances can I give up on this dream. Thinking back at that 4 year-old little boy standing at the spinner rack in the drug store staring at those incredible books and how he idolized those characters , those stories and those creators…I know it would break my heart to think I might be letting him down.
Thank you for reading all this. Thank you for following along with my adventures. And thank you for calling me out when my work is crappy. 🙂