There is something particularly American about a holiday that’s long worn out its welcome but everyone is forced to keep celebrating, even after all the family that cared dies, even as the cognitive dissonance thickens and curdles over like day-old gravy, a holiday only properly celebrated through blinders (chemical, physical, metaphorical). Anywho…it wouldn’t be the holidays without a little guilt and shame, wouldn’t you agree?
Speaking of which, let’s go to Hell, shall we?
I forgot in the page 5 post to add the full series of completed pages, so I’ve spent the weekend being flogged by minor demons (by which I mean struggling with adobe acrobat, heyo!), and compiled all our pages finished so far. What you see here amounts to hundreds of hours of work by three dedicated artists with no reward other than the perverse pleasure of placing them before your prized peepers:
Let’s peel it back…
Here’s a reminder what the finished page looks like:
Which all started from this sketch…
Leading to this script:
Chris Winter took the sketch and script and inked this beauty:
And finally, Kelljin Higher brings it to life with color!
Et voilà! It’s that simple. Missing here is all the cussing at Photoshop and grumbling that I can’t find the damn file. I do a lot of grumbling. In fact, after writing, I think it’s what I’m most skilled at.
That’s it for today. Go eat too much and get in fight with one of your relatives. Then make up over pumpkin pie and football.
See you at the dog show, D.M. Sayres
Soaaarrrrgewwwwdddddd