Comics

Yeah, so comics. I make ’em, sometimes. Sometimes I draw them with a pen (but not often). Sometimes I use computers to make them (but not in a wowee graphic designer artist way). I’ve made about six so far and they’re here for you to look at.

If anthropomorphic lizards and fish, giant aggressive braincells, cynical Biblical interpretations and hovering private eyes are your kind of thing, this is the place where you’ll find that kind of thing.

Click on the links below to check out sample pages from my vast sequential back catalogue.

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About Adam

I'm a dad and the author of the poetry collections The Third Fruit is a Bird and Not Quite the Man for the Job, the novel Man Bites Dog and the short story collection Heroes and Civilians.
contact: adamatsya@gmail.com
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