An Old Drawing

I uncovered this unfinished drawing in my pile o' stuff and I can remember exactly where I was and what I was thinking when I drew it. It was the summer of 1990. I had just graduated high school, and I drew this in my bedroom in my parent's house on Greylock Estates. I'd written a partial script for a comic book story. I knew the opening sequence at least, and I began to draw. The first page was supposed to be a Mr. Potato head repeated several times. After the third or fourth static image, blood was supposed to splatter on the face of Mr. Potato head. A murder had been committed in the room. In the final panel on the page, we might see a shadowy figure walk in front of "the camera."

It was an Alan Moore-type of storytelling device. The stationary POV. The slow build. The disturbing juxtaposition of childhood innocence and brutality. I pencilled one panel. I partially inked it. I grew bored with it, and never returned to the story idea or the drawing. That's pretty much how I operate. I have pages and pages of unfinished drawings, stories, even novels. Does everyone do that, or is it just me?