Who Draws the Drawmen?

We attended a "Celtic" concert on Saturday night. It was the Scottish group Tannahill Weavers, a group I swear we saw five years back. They've performed for about 40 years, and it was a quick, lively show. Your Sis got her first copy of their music in her senior year of college, but lost it. She bought a new CD of it after the show and had it autographed by the band.

The inking is flying by, and I'm practically half-way done. In one weekend. Granted, I shackled myself to the drawing board to motor through it all. I listened to NPR and horror-movie commentaries all weekend. I drew a few hours Saturday morning, ran against a bad wind, ate lunch, and drew some more. Then came the concert. Sunday was all inking.

I'll slog through a page and put it aside after a disappointed appraisal. I won't look at it for a few hours, and when I do, I find myself slightly delighted with it. It's not professional quality, but it's not bad for amateur work.

I am treading into dangerous geek territory over the Watchmen film. I picked up an enlarged, recolored copy of the original trade, and I found a toy.

Imagine if Lucas didn't produce toys until 25 years after the first film. That's what it feels like to see and hold a Rorschach toy on Friday. Now I don't want Watchmen towels or toothbrushes, but a souvenir like this is just tasteful enough. I don't need any other of the figures. As noted comic writer Grant Morrison said recently, and I'm paraphrasing, everyone likes Rorschach despite his insanity and violence because he is the lone undaunted hero. He gets the job done.

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Here's a before and after for page three:


I'm documenting the progress for a Facebook album similar to my painting prodecural.