Marc Alan Fishman: Looking For Comics, Found Nothing But Posters
Ahoy, mates. You’ll forgive me (or not, I don’t know how easily you get ticked off) if my post this week is a bit less meaty than my norm. My excuse: Thursday morning, on the way to the top of my stairs – a box of magic monkey balls safely in tow – my cat decided he’d prefer to be under foot rather than elsewhere. I decided that kittycide didn’t suit me. So, my other other option at the time was to return down the same flight of stairs from whence I came. Unluckily for me, my shoulder (and the hard ground/basement door) stopped an otherwise elegant descent. By the end of the evening, I’d have one less arm at normal usage then I’m normally used to. So, here I sit, in mild agony, pitter-pattering away for your enjoyment. But I (as per my usual) digress.
These past few weeks I was becoming quite excited over the notion of finding some indie comics to share with you after visiting Wizard World Chicago. And while there were indie titles to be had, my injury prevented me from really digging into the alley in a manner conducive with true discovery. So, my epic journey will have to take place at the next convention for Unshaven Comics – the Cincinnati Comic Expo in September. With all of that now covered, I can still share with all of you a trend I caught at Wally World that leaves me a bit perplexed.
In my few jaunts across the Artist Alley, my gaze could not travel for nary more than a yard before it was stricken by a 10 foot tall monstrosity packed from floor to tippy-top with poster-prints of every marketable pop-culture icon, in nearly any style you could think of. Seemingly every row was packed to the gills with pin-up Harley Quinns, macabre zombie Deadpools, or Whatever Anime Hero Is Hip This Week Mashed Up With Whatever Cartoon the Kids Dig. Perhaps it’s always been this way, or maybe the Universe saw my desire for small publishers and pelted me with prints instead. Or more likely, the trend is hitting its peak. And for great reason.
As I have detailed before, an independently produced comic book is rarely a profit-making machine… unless you have the capital to afford a large (1000+) print run and don’t mind sitting on a ton of product in between shows. Prints, on the other hand, can be produced in small batches, stored in any number of space-saving receptacles, and can be produced for less than a dollar a piece at nearly any reputable printer within earshot. Prints tend to run anywhere from $5 to $20 a pop, so you can safely do the math. More to my point, a poster of a well-known character sells itself. A comic of original art and concepts does not. If I were Steven Dubner of Freakanomics, this argument would be over. And for what it’s worth, I see that point loud and clear.
But as I said: this trend leaves me perplexed. As an artist myself, there’s a desire to show the world my take on a litany of licensed fare, sure. But at the cost of doing nothing but? Not a chance. To have ambled about the Alley and see dozens of visual artists all fighting for capturing the essence of someone else’s creation in their style, all in hopes of snagging profit doesn’t ring true to me. Even worse? When those would-be creators toss a few of their actual comics into a rack and shuffle it lazily some uncared for corner of their table… capped with a scrawled sign declaring “COMICS”. As a presentation, it makes the point clear: “Buy my sexy Poison Ivy and give me money. Oh, my comic? Yeah, it’s this other thing I do.” And there my friends, is the dark truth that kept me up all weekend. It could have also been searing shoulder pain.
Let me be clear: I have nothing against those who want to showcase their ability to produce a fine pin-up. Behind me sits a coiled pile of prints I’ve dropped coin for that proves that. But when it comes at the cost of people pushing their creativity, I draw the line. Or, more truthfully, I curse our industry. Creators making original books trying to find a way (yes, internet included) to be profitable… only to find their only money-making endeavor at the bottom of a pile of Doctor Who and My Little Pony prints (made without any licensing fee mind you) represent too much of our ilk. When the Artist Alley appears more like a swap meet of grey market wall coverings, we don’t elevate the medium.
All we do is dilute our brand, and hope to have “made table” instead of making something new. There’s nothing artistic about that.
More than anything it’s a question of cost/benefit. As a seasoned comics pro, I travel to a lot of conventions and paper is heavy. I can bring 100 prints with me and sell them for $20 each or I can bring 40 comics and sell them for $3 each. It takes the same amount of effort to bring either thing. I didn’t even come *close* to breaking even with my travel expenses until I began bringing prints. So… which would you bring?
I was at Wizardworld trying to sell my comics. I didn’t do bad. But I also stayed with family (no hotel) and the table was paid for (tables are pretty expensive, so I avoided that cost too). With minimal costs, I actually did make a profit. But selling books is a difficult proposition, where selling prints of major characters is a much simpler proposition: the buyer likes Rocket Raccoon, the buyer sees a good Rocket, they buy it. I have to explain what my book is about and hope the potential customer is interested in similar things. The print artists are selling specific things that the potential buyer already likes.
So it totally makes sense. Easy money vs. difficult sells.
I felt like, though, with my table of comics and graphic novels, like I was the odd man out in a Sesame Street segment from the old days. The music kept playing in my head: “one of these things is not like the others!” I was selling comics in a sea of prints.
And I was lucky: I’ve worked on branded comics. So I had a leg up to bring people to my table. I spoke to a number of other people who were very down. A dealer friend could moylt believe the difference in sales from even the yrar before. It seemed people were just not coming to buy comics. They were coming for the celebrities first, prints second, comics third, and crafty stuff third.