Tuesday's attendees were the fabulous Mr. Diesta, the incontinent Dr. Scholes, M.D., and the affable Señor Ottley. Page one was warmup. I started trying to imagine a dog boy, and while doodling onward, Ryan told me about how he always has a hard time drawing the Silver Surfer. Naturally, this made me want to try, and for the love of god, I can't remember the weird rules of comic book reflections. (I should try again later ignoring the rules and just doing what makes sense to me.) Comics have some weird rules, like the "dark costume" black blotches most comic artists put on Spiderman's pants or on Captain America's forehead, behind the "A." By the time I got to the surfboard, I was too lazy to really mess with it.
Page two was a follow-the-nose effort. I kept mushing lines around until I ended up with that Hellboyish, centaurish thing. I don't really know what I was aiming for but didn't really like him in the end, and what could cheer me up more than a flying little girl in a leotard? Why, trying and failing to connect the two drawings with the whip of the Hellboytaur's tail (of course).
Page three was a work-related pile of poop and I can't share it without Mickey arriving (naked) from the future to destroy me.
Page four was more brush pen madness. I begged Ottley for it so I could play around s'more. It's just fun to speed up the process with it and try to figure out how to get good line quality. After doodling the head and right hand, the gal from a couple weeks ago dropped by to say hello. She said she could only draw stick figures, and I tried to explain that that's all she needs, and made up a story she could draw about the Stick Men of Earth being invaded by the Saturnese Circle People (because Saturn has lots of circles around it). The Stick Men go to the moon because its craters are pencil sharpeners, and sharpen their heads so when the circle people try to roll over them, they get popped. The only thing capable of stopping that kind of madness is a Spanish-speaking diplomat with a minor in peace and conflict studies, don't you think? Oh yeah! So I finished the drawing with a tortured stick man (it matched the right hand) and Ryan let me keep the brush pen! He is my hero.