
Those of you cringing at The World’s Worst Combover should be grateful it looks as good as it does. This was the original.
Those of you cringing at The World’s Worst Combover should be grateful it looks as good as it does. This was the original.
Yes, that’s the third sketchy theater in three days. It’s been that kind of week. If you can’t do well, at least be prolific in your mediocrity, right? This is better known as the “If you can’t dazzle them with your brilliance, baffle them with your bullshit” approach to art.
Can somebody — anybody — tell me what the hell I’m doing wrong with this chick’s neck?
And is it just me or do her eyes remind you of Charlie from Heroes too? Maybe it’s the lashes.
Anyway, the forum’s open for anyone willing to point me back to natural-looking neckage. Well, open to those willing to register, anyway. Blasted spammers.
Congratulations to the World Champion St. Louis Cardinals, who kept distracting me from comic drawing all week.
This? This is a cop-out after a week of working insane hours, so I can spend some time with my husband. It’s also my last horribly lame emergency comic, so I’ll be drawing this weekend, something better I presume.
There are so many things wrong with the art for this comic I can’t even list ’em. I will say that it’s not late because of panel 3, but rather because of panel 1, which I must’ve drawn eight times over 2 days and still hate. Cole looks like a toddler who just figured out he can run if he sticks his arms out at the same time. But, better a badly-drawn comic than no comic… if y’all waited for me to learn to draw before you read these, there’d be nothing to read.
Well, she was supposed to be in the first panel of the next strip, but something went wrong somewhere around the cheekbones and, well, it all went downhill from there. I’ll keep trying.