Dear Friends!

I started to work on Kirkkonummi in October 2015 and it was finished in November 2016. 93 pages of comics. The first comic I have ever made.

So what did I learn in the process about myself? I am happy that I finished it. It required hard work and continuous work. Not all pages are good. Some are poor and when I was tired I settled with the first image that I made. But making the comic was not to make each page perfect. It was about finishing a project and proving to myself that I can make a comic.

I am not kidding myself. I know that it’s far from being technically an advanced comic. I don’t care if it’s a graphic novel. But looking at the whole story and project I am satisfied with the shape and content of what it became. I do like my style. It has potential. That’s important. I feel like I want to continue the work on Kirkkonummi. It’s a theme and story that matters to me.

Working on the comic was a weekly pressure. To get the pages done. But pressure was also created by thinking about the end of the world and what had caused it. It was heavy to draw characters that are based on my brother and father and put them in stressful situations.

One of the best things is that I have something concrete to show. Like a concrete artefact that shows that I made a something. Why a comic, you may ask. Comics are for children and immature people. Immaturity is a virtue.

In the same time the comic becomes so uninteresting to me, now when it is finished. It’s a dusty book in the shelf. It has nothing to give me. It’s one of those prices that gather dust.

Now has the comic blown the mind of people? I believe some people have read it with interest and some people with disdain. If you have read it with interest, please let me know. It would mean a lot to me. That would make me happy. But in the same time I don’t care what people think in general. I don’t feel like I need to impress the grey masses. But if there is one person out there, who liked it and it resonated for them I really feel like I want to serve these people. If that’s you, you should know I really want to make more stuff that you find interesting.

When I started my comic I was obsessed with making it a commercial venture. I have changed. I don’t plan my life around making any money on comics in a good while. Far in the future, I will make money, if I continue with it and develop. But not making money on it is also a relief. I can do what I want and not give a fuck.

Many pages I didn’t like to draw. Many days I don’t like or feel like drawing. But just keeping up with the schedule and squeezing out pages you will learn so much about the whole process. I read somewhere that making comics is so and so many jobs. That’s what it is. But drawing at home is also lonely. To work in a place with other people would be nice.

I write this in content, tired, satisfied melancholy. If you want to know what it feels like finishing a comic, it feels like this:

I don’t remember what I felt like when I published the first page.