WuTang Pages

So this is a new one for me. I am looking to sell some of my pages from 12 Reasons To Die, featuring WuTang's Ghostface Killah. As these pages represent my first published work by publisher, this is a first! The prices range from $150-$200. If you're interested, email me at mrchrishunt@gmail.com. Will ship them any where in the US.

Final splash page.  15x22 Bristol board  $200/OBO

Final splash page.

15x22 Bristol board


The Leap  15x22 Bristol Board  $200/OBO

The Leap

15x22 Bristol Board


CRASH!  15x22 Bristol Board  $200/OBO


15x22 Bristol Board


The Post Game  15x22 Bristol Board  $150/OBO

The Post Game

15x22 Bristol Board


NYC So Far


For those who don't know, yes I landed in NYC safe and sound. Its been a pretty crazy 12 days. I rolled in on a Tuesday evening and barely had time to get situated before New York City Comic Con events started the next night.


For those who don't know, big cons like NYCC tend to get a bit overwhelming. The con itself is packed to the brim with attendees. Tens of thousands. I tend to stay away from that part as much as possible anymore, instead focusing on evening events geared towards the working professionals in the business. Its more fun for me, and its also a far better environment to meet friends and network than the actual con floor. I was able to see a number of old friends over the course of the week, and meet some new ones as well.

Friday night was spent at The Society of Illustrators with my friend, Paul Pope who's book Battling Boy came out to much acclaim last week. Friday night's event was the official launch celebration of the book, complete with a lecture by Paul and a signing after. The whole event had a strange feeling to it. Its very strange to see a person you're close to be treated like a celebrity. It was hard to wrap my head around it, but none the less, I was happy for my friend's success.

Saturday was a bit more quiet. Paul and I ended up having dinner with Bob Schreck, Matt Wagner and a few more of The Legendary Comics crew at an amazing Italian restaurant in TriBeCa. Bob is one of my favorite people in comics. For one, he's been around the industry longer than most, and he's a larger than life character. He's like the awesome uncle that would sneak you beers at family events when you were 13. We just sat and bull shitted most of the night and it was a blast.

Sunday ended on a quiet note as well. My roommate, Josh Frankel and I went to the post con Dead Dog Party and mostly hung out with our friends, and then quietly packed it up for a (semi) early night.

On The Horizon

So originally I only planned on being here for a few months, just to get out of Boise and network a bit here in the Big Apple while getting some work done. The thing is though, things have been moving pretty fast over here and I think I may stick around for a bit.

One of the things that's gonna keep me here for a bit potentially, is work with Paul. I found out on Friday after talking with Paul and his editor, that they'd like me to come on and help with the second book of Battling Boy. Over the next week, we're going to be figuring out exactly what that looks like, but suffice it to say, its not something I can do from Boise.

Some of you knew I had been talking with a writer here about a project for The Wu Tang clan. Well evidently that's happening as well. I met with the writer last week, and I'll be doing 5 pages for issue 6 of the book "12 Reasons To Die" and then take the book over for its second arc, which I'm trying not to get too excited about. After the disappointment with the Asher Roth project a couple of years ago, I kind of always expect this kind of stuff to fall through in the end.

Before any of that though, right now I'm finishing the flats up for a new edition of Paul's book "Escapo", that fellow Boisean Shay Plummer is coloring, a short story for the anthology "Amazing Forest" for my friends Ulises Farinas and Erick Freitas, and finally, my original graphic novel, "CARVER: A Paris Story". On the subject of "Escapo", Shay's coloring is proving to be more than anyone expected. Its looking gorgeous and everyone involved with the book, and who has seen it agrees. Its absolutely stunning. I wouldn't be surprised if he got nominated for an Eisner for it.


…I plan on sticking around here a bit. I miss Boise terribly but this seems to be where I need to be right now. Its been amazing being a nobody here and just blending into the crowd. There's so much to see and take in. It feeds something in me that just isn't present in Boise for me at the moment. though I can't wait until that's no longer the case.

"Be so good they can't ignore you"



Next Tuesday I'm New York City bound for who knows how long. I'm not sure what I feel more? Excitement or terror. This is a city that is seemingly unforgiving. I'm just not sure I have what it takes to survive there as a cartoonist. I've never taken a risk like this in my life, which is a big motivator for doing it if I'm honest. I don't want to be the 50 year old guy regretting never taking the chance, never stepping outside the city gates.

I can't help but feel like Frodo leaving the shire or Luke bailing on Tatooine. I'm leaving safety and security on a whim that there's something bigger out there for me. Unlike those two, I don't have a magic ring or a fucking lazer sword to carry on the way...so wish me luck.


Carver Preview

The simple truth is it's gonna be a bit before "A Paris Story", the graphic novel comes out. For one I still have to draw most of it, but I also have to figure out how to release it, i.e. how is it going to be published, by whom, etc. So in the mean time, here are the first four official pages as a sampler. Gonna have to tide us all over for the time being. Enjoy.


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Sneak Peek

I posted this up on flickr last night, but that site has become such a pile of shit. Wanted to share one of the first pages from A Paris Story. It's not colored yet, in fact I'm not sure what route I'm going on that ultimately, but it is lettered and hopefully gives a sense of Carver's reunion with his old flame. Hope you enjoy.


Carver Fight Choreography

As we continue rehearsing the fight for "Carver", we thought it may be fun to release a little teaser of what we've been doing. This clip is about 2/3 of the way through the whole fight. We're not trying to sell anything yet, we're still working on memorizing the moves. 

The idea here in what you're seeing, is that Kyle's character has a bag of chalk attached to his belt at his hip, that I rip off as he sweeps me to the ground. As I get back up, I'm flinging the chalk into his face to disorient him, as I front kick him to the ground. I should probably mention that Carver isn't the fairest fighter. He's more concerned with survival than honor. 

Its a low quality video, that's all we had on our hands today. If you're all real nice, we may post a fancy Hi-Res one sometime soon.

Carver: Fight Training

I’ve always wondered what I would do if I had to defend myself. I mean REALLY defend myself. Not just posturing bros at a bar, I mean a fight for your life kind of conflict. The kind of stuff you see in movies, but only occasionally see in reality. The odds are that it won’t happen to you per se, but it has to happen to someone, right? That’s always been my motivation in my hypothetical scenarios I’d run through in my mind, “What if (X) thing happened to me?”. I don’t think I’m alone in this. I’ve talked to many of my male friends about this and we all seem to share similar tendencies; we want to know what we’d be capable of if we found ourselves in these situations, at least those of us who haven’t had the training, or experience with this kind of conflict before.

Yes, I am aware that this is ridiculous looking. We were practicing "angry" looks...

Yes, I am aware that this is ridiculous looking. We were practicing "angry" looks...

I only bring this up to illustrate the fact that it was with great excitement and hesitation that I started fight training for the Carver short film that my company is producing. I am playing the main character, a well traveled, Gentleman of Fortune type. Think a more boozy and lethal Indiana Jones with a splash of Hemingway. Essentially, we’re talking about having the chance to play the kind of character that inspired these questions in myself as a boy. Like I said, it’s kind of exciting. My excuse for learning how to fight is to play someone WAY more badass than I am in real life.

Now I’m not going to say that I thought this was going to be easy, but I will say that I was in no way, shape or form ready for what was about to come. For those of you who haven’t ever sparred or trained, I’ll bet you’re like I was going into this. I literally had no concept of what it would take to get my body up to speed, nor did I know what I’d have to call on it to do.

Because we’re on a timetable with the production, we decided that I would go through a 6 week boot camp to teach me the actual fundamentals of fighting, which would then prepare me for the month of choreography we’d be doing for the actual fight scene. I figured it was going to be hard, but it was going to be worth it in the end to get something good on film, not to mention a bit of first hand knowledge about what it might feel like to fight.

You’re Not Going To Believe This Shit

The first day of training started with a 30 minute, vomit inducing cardio/conditioning warm up designed to both, assess my level of fitness, as well as mentally and physically exhaust me. It worked. Innumerable types of push ups, sit ups, planks, as well as jumping jacks, crab and spider crawls utterly destroyed me. By the time the half hour was over, I couldn’t hold my arms up in front of my face...which is what I was told I’d have to do for the next hour, while being shown the jab and the cross.

I literally had no idea how I was going to do this. I’m not lying when I say, my arms were on fire and it was taking everything I had to just to stand upright. How I was going to throw any kinds of punches was beyond me.

Here’s the strange thing about martial arts I’ve learned though, and kind of the addicting nature of it for me. On a very fundamental level, you’re willing your body to do things beyond its intrinsic capabilities. Sure, we all know how to hit on an instinctive level, but that’s not to say we know how to hit well. What that first day showed me, is that there were several tiers of “I can’t do this.” that I had to push through. Tiers I never knew that I had, because I only discovered their presence after willing myself past a previous one. 40 minutes after I was wondering how I was going to keep my hands up in a guard, I was punching a 100 lbs heavy bag at full power and knocking it around, because I pushed on.

Don’t Get Hit

Within a few days after this initial session, I was sparring with my trainer. Again, you’d think it’d be easy to dodge a fist coming at your face. Not the case when the fist is coming from someone who’s been doing martial arts for over 20 years. Partly because its not enough to just “dodge” the punch. What I was learning was that in a fight, you don’t back up, you don’t do anything to throw yourself off balance or lose ground. Instead, you’re making specific calculated moves, that despite being labeled as defensive, are in actuality, setting you up for an offensive move. So that simple dodge becomes a sideways movement, 45 degrees, laterally away from the trajectory of the punch, while moving forward toward the opponent, all the while maintaining balance and with the intent to harm. This basic principle is applied to all punches and kicks, which means that at any given moment in the fight, you have to be able to do what I just described but with the awareness that the thing you’re dodging could come from 360 degrees. Needless to say, I get hit a lot.

Black Eyes Look Tough

My trainer and I aren’t sparring at full power, however we rarely use gloves and we never use headgear. What this means, is that I learned very quickly that even “soft” punches hurt when they’re well placed.

Its a very strange thing to learn to not fear a punch. Its simply a matter of fact that if you’re sparring/fighting,  you’re going to get hit. There’s no trained professional out there that can block every kick or punch that is going to be thrown at them. So very quickly you have to get right with this.

To dodge a punch means you have to look at it. You can’t close your eyes and hope for the best. You have to watch something that is coming at you with intent to harm and figure out what to do about it. There’s no option to panic and its a hard thing to master. There’s a reason its called fight or flight.

It was only after being hit hard that my fear began to wane. To realize its not so bad, meant that could control the fear to some extent. I instead became more focused on not allowing that thing to happen again.

The hardest hit landed on me, actually happened during auditions for the fight scene. Weeks before, I had sparred with a man who grew up street fighting in Mexico City. He’s a great guy, but when it comes to fighting, its just hard wired into him to win at all costs. He has a hard time making the distinction in his mind that there is sparring, and there is fighting, so in turn he doesn’t pull his punches or kicks. This resulted in a knee to my quad during sparring which put me straight on the ground, and that was just one of many hits he got that day.

So it was with a bit of trepidation that I went into the audition knowing that he’d be there. Sure enough, when he and I paired up to run a simple sequence of choreography, I ended up taking a hard knee straight to my face.

Obligatory Fight Club pic

Obligatory Fight Club pic

I wasn’t mad. As I said, its just implied that you’re going to get hit. Even with choreography. How or why he hit me in this scenario is a different matter, but knowing does little to change the fact that I did get hit. As I was leaning against the wall, the thing that struck me almost immediately was that it wasn’t that bad. Sure he could have hit me harder, or broken my nose, and I may have thought differently, but he didn’t. The hypothetical really didn’t concern me, frankly. It was the ridiculousness of the situation.

There I was, the 27 year old artist, holding my swollen cheek and brow after taking a knee to the fucking face. My trainer came over, made sure I was okay and then told me to get back up and keep running the choreography. As I stood up, I’m not going to lie, I felt good. I felt tough, and I say that knowing full well how ridiculous it sounds. It felt damn good to know that I could take that kind of hurt and spit at in the eye, and keep on going.

Keep On Keepin On

At the end of the day, I have enjoyed this little jaunt into fighting and mixed martial arts. So much so that I think I’ll stick with it even after we’re done with the film. Mentally and physically it has changed me, even in this short of amount of time, so I can’t imagine what sorts of benefits might be gained after years.

The most profound realization I’ve had though, is that based on what little I’ve learned, I am far less inclined to ever get into a fight now. Combat is destructive and painful on all levels, and simply put, I’ve been taught how to hurt people. Obviously there are different philosophical and spiritual paths attached to a great many styles and schools, but I’m not getting that kind of training. Its just straight up, how do you put the hurt on someone. Which means if that one in a million situation ever were to occur, perhaps I’d have a better chance of surviving it, and maybe not. The difference is, I don’t fear it as much now.