Back from the Stagnant Bog

When I was five years old, I learned how to read faster through reading komiks with my grandmother well before sleeping. It was, for me, the best Summer ever. My grandmother used to collect all the old komiks and let me and my cousins lend them to neighbors for a fee. Then, about less than fifteen years ago, I found myself among my idols, writing for the same komiks companies. It was heaven, even if the pay wasn't that swell. But all that came crashing down on us as each of this companies closed down. There'd been a lot of argument as to why the Philippine Komiks industry up and died. But then again... did it? Maybe the physical komiks did. But for some who discovered the craft and for those who had long been remnants of the old art, komiks simply changed. Now, new names pop up to revive the industry, though not as it was, but to something quite new. The market has changed, and so has the culture, but the art itself is very much alive. And thanks to my past, I now have the opportunity to come back to my first love for writing. Personally, speaking, Black Ink Comics has a lot of potential, and it promises really well. Here's a sample of what I contributed so far as a writer. And mind you, the artist here is something you should look out for.