Haven’t drawn anything in months, and I’ve been itching to. Itching worse, this week, because I started playing YouTube comic con sketch demos on the tablet next to me while working at my desk. I should have resisted, because there’s really no time, but finally I dug the sketchbook out of a box. I just wanted to do a little Superman head, something along the lines of these. It started off badly, though, as it was bound to, and I kept playing with it for a long while — contrary to plan in every way.
In the end, though, there are a few things to like about it. I like the idea of a 1930s Superman, just a muscular white dude in a circus suit, and although part of me wants to see if I can do convincing superheroes in the outsize-proportions style that’s reigned for most of American comics history, this feels a good deal closer to the sort of super-figure that makes sense to me — which is satisfying. (Looks a little like James Garner, incidentally. Why did he never don a super-suit? Could be the love child of Cary Grant and Mandy Patinkin, alternatively.) Sometime, somewhere, I hope to explore this further. Also to take some satisfaction in is the sense that my anatomy chops, while nothing worth a competent pro’s attention, aren’t so far gone in my own estimation that I wish I hadn’t picked up the pencil it the first place. Encouraged to think that if I can get in a little doodling a few times a week, it could be fodder for renewed comic books discussion here again before long. I would like to do that.