I caught a lovely cold the minute Midwest PCA ended. So although I had these scans done and ready to post, I didn't have the stamina till today.
Made it through my comic history class last night, barely, but it took a lot out of me. Great class, though- talking about the 50s and the aftermath of Wertham. More on that in another post.
I'm still a mite foggy in the head, but back in the game enough that I can write couple lines and share some work.
Until I'm back to full steam, please enjoy these older pages.
The second page was the beginning of my coming to terms with my difficulty drawing hands, now largely a problem of the past, I hope! I did the whole page with hands advancing the story. The title comes from one of my favorite Argent songs. I was delighted to meet Rod after a performance he and Colin Blunstone gave at First Avenue a few years back, and it was right up there with meeting any of the greats. The problem with meeting people you admire is sometimes that you discover that the trait or skill you admire them for is not a reflection of their personality. I found Rod to be genuinely charming.