“Today, in our field, there is so much talent and recognition that we are reaching a saturation point. An artist should no longer strive only for breathtaking craftsmanship; he should, instead, try to help us live better, either by dressing the wounds that are constantly being opened by society, or by offering solutions to get us out of the mess we’re in…But it’s going to be difficult and we have a lot of work to do.” - Jean 'Moebius' Giraud
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
"Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows!"
So here's another little story.
I had actually started and was almost finished with an earlier 'Margot Lane' 90 minute exercise. But before I get into that maybe you guys need a primer.
I chew on ice cubes. I like it. I dunno - psychiatrists may say it stems from some level of frustration; personal, professional, mental, physical...um...sexual? Whatever. I like to chew on ice. I like to load up whatever I'm drinking, something cold and something refreshing, and I like to load it up with ice. Then, after the drink is done, there's gonna be ice left. I chew on that because...well...I like to chew on ice. You get little hints of the previous drink because it's somehow permeated itself into the ice cube. It's a nice little treat, you know? Big cubes, little tiny ones, shaved mini-chunks, even the ones with the holes in the middle, I don't have a preference. Last night they were the kind from the ice trays in my fridge - I'd say medium size cubes at the very least.
Okay, so - I'm almost done with a previous Margot Lane image. I was working on the brim of The Shadow's hat, chewing on ice (because I like chewing on 'em) and I guess I'd lost my ice chewing skills or maybe the cube was just a tad too big for my mouth or I'd just forgotten to swallow the melted byproduct.... I don't know what the hell happened, but the next thing I know I've drooled on the original. So flabbergasted was I at this near-impossible and laughable event that I sat there looking at the water soluble ink run down the length of the page. I was mortified.
But then something else happened. After that disastrous tendril finally came to a halt, I started laughing. Laughing out loud like a madman. Laughing like a crazy person because I imagined the sight of me looking like a giant infant and were I wearing diapers and a bib, I'd more than complete the scene. You'd laugh your ass off too if you'd seen a grown man involuntarily drool on himself.
Anyway, there it is. At least I got a chance to redraw Margot to the point where I was actually happy with her. So that right there was a hidden little gift and silver lining. Oh, and I've included a cropped section of the ill-fated image where, you know... the 'magic' happened. Enjoy.
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