So this weekend, armed with a couple of AI art programs, I started noodling around to see what I could do, and if I could put together one of my Weird Little Comic ideas using mostly retouched computer generated imagery.
These nine pages were the result.
Using one program to render line work on the output from other programs leaves some fairly obvious no-human-involved artifact in places, even retouched. (I drew the figures, obviously.)
It works better in some places than others. Since most of the AI art programs output very small, I was splicing and dicing a lot to get enough to fit—this is 8.5 x 11, 300 dpi.
Obviously there has to be an in-universe explanation for why everything is mushy.
This is my favorite page of the whole thing.
When you run a “smart” inker over things—this was Clip2Comic, the best one I’ve found—it tends to barf everything out at the same lineweight and flatten the foreground/background. I pushed it back a little with an airbrush layer set to “screen”—you can see it behind Thoth.
To do this one, I started with the Wombo app, took it to Prisma to tweak the colors, took that to Procreate, drew the character and books and retouched all the janky bits, then to Clip2Comic to do linework, then back to Procreate to retouch. And did word balloons in ComicDraw.
The computer choked on trying to lineart waterfalls. I did a lot of retouching on this page.
And finally, the...not actually an ending, exactly, but that’s where I paused, anyway, because it was mostly a technical experiment, dammit.
Anyway, In Conclusion—does it work visually? I think the answer is “sort of.” I’m very aware of the weirdnesses as an artist, obviously. As a dream sequence, the messed up architecture kinda works, but how long can you get away with it?
Sooner or later the reader is probably gonna notice that nothing takes place in the same scene from a different angle.
I think if I wanted to really get my teeth into a project like this, I’d probably have better luck with a program that relies heavily on altering existing photos. That way you could take two or three photos of a space from different angles and let the machine loose.
I’ve fooled with stuff like that in the past, and enjoyed it, but the trade-off is the lack of batshit surrealism. Artbreeder can alllllmost do it with child images, but development has focused on portraits, not scenery.
That said, it has real benefits too. As much as I grumble about retouching, though, I did this in a weekend. I’d be lucky to do two whole pages if I was drawing it all by hand.
That’s the current extent of my thoughts on the matter. Artists and comics peeps, anybody who’s played with this stuff, feel free to weigh in!
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So a Weird Fact that I suspect many people aren’t aware of…the passenger pigeon’s vast numbers were probably a wildly unnatural result of the loss of indigenous management of the landscape.
The east coast was an extensively managed landscape when Europeans first showed up, not a massive unbroken forest. In my neck of the woods, it was called the Piedmont Prairie—a fire-controlled oak savannah with an unbelievable ecological carrying capacity.
You had copses of nut trees like the American chestnut, berry bushes, wild game, a couple domesticated crops like goosefoot that we’ve now lost, the lot. But this kind of landscape doesn’t just happen. If you don’t burn it or graze it, trees eat it.
So last night, at 2 AM, the doorbell rang. I staggered out of bed, went downstairs, and found a bedraggled Kevin, in a bathrobe, holding a dead squirrel. He looked at me and said “So I’ve had an adventure!”
Just in case anyone thinks that I’m always the weird one in this relationship.
Apparently Hound wanted to go out, got him up, and then came back to the porch with something that resembled a bundle of leaves. (He wasn’t wearing his glasses.) He tells her to drop it.
Cast your mind back, lo these many years, to the strange world immediately post 9-11, when Americans were convincing themselves that their tiny town was of desperate strategic importance and the next logical target of terrorists. I was visiting my parents in rural Pennsylvania.
They lived near a town called Oil City. We went there looking for antiques. My cousin, my then-boyfriend and I were driving around aimlessly, because Google Maps wasn’t a thing.
It’s D&D night! The party faces off against the Serpent of Ages, an invisible mage, and an increasingly traumatized cultist. Also a trussed-up paladin sacrifice.
GM: The Serpent heaves himself out of the water and looks around with vague interest.
The evil mage drops a fireball! The affected party members are, fortunately, standing in hip-deep water and only take half damage, but that’s still a lot.
WARLOCK: YOU KILL MY CHICKEN AND NOW YOU BURN OFF MY HAIR?!
BARD: I know it took you so long to grow those three hairs…
GM: The Serpent puts its flippers up on the edge of the pool, over top of the sacrifice. You hear a muffled “oh shit” from its armpit. The Serpent appears puzzled.
PARTY: So it’s stupider than the Paladin?
GM: *checks attributes* …sadly, no.
I’ll say it again—ideas are the LEAST important part of a book. The plot of HOGFATHER is that someone assassinates Santa Claus by stealing teeth from the Tooth Fairy, which looks utterly inane when typed out and is also one of the best books of the last hundred years.
MOBY DICK is about some guy the narrator knows being mad at a whale. JURASSIC PARK is just Frankenstein with dinosaurs. PERDIDO STREET STATION is King Kong but with scary butterflies.
I can think of barely a handful of genuinely original “oh, hey, genuinely haven’t seen that before!” ideas that I’ve read in the last decade. (ANCILLARY JUSTICE with the troop ship narrator, and…uh…