Here is some
old stuff I was working on when I was taking graphic arts training in Woodstock,
a little one-horse town situated where the St. John River meets the Meduxnekeag
in New Brunswick, Canada, ten miles from Houlton, Maine.
Woodstock was and continues
to be an interesting study in small-town decreptitude, inbreeding and corruption
where the most popular diversions are drinking, glue sniffing, unwed pregnancy
and outwitting Customs at the border crossing (not that I'm especially
fond of them!). Yeah, that's the truth and the truth hurts. So,
for the two years I was going to school there in the dark Cambrian pre-Internet
days, I could either work my hiney off in class, get my ear bent by the
landlady's garrulous sister, be hit on by barflies at J.R.'s, read personals
from lonely Kluxers and mispelled rants against the Trilateral Commission
and the New World Order in the copy of Spotlight some wierdo routinely
dropped off at the public library - or draw. This was one of the results.
I ran it in an apa for twenty-five or so people, but otherwise no one else
has seen this until now...
I now present, for your
delectation and amusement, a full study of how much I had yet to learn
about drawing, perspective, panel layouts and all those other minor details
at the brink of the 90's. Enjoy your heads off...
