Friday 1 May 2009

CHAPTER 1, Page 12, Plates 1 - 4

12 comments:

paulhd said...

Thickening the plot nicely, Rob. Fanny's expression on the last plate is great, having the faces cenral works brilliantly.

I. N. J. Culbard said...

Excellent.

Dave Shelton said...

Wonderful. Lovely transitions from panel to panel. Beautifully done.

Dave Morris said...

I love the way you've used the faces there. Also that line - "She looked like a hole in the ground." Marvellous!

D.TAYLOR said...

Great art, great writing. Love her face last pan.

Shubhajit said...

The change in face from Plates 2 to 3 was excellent.

By the way, our hero seemed to have 'popped' a rib, shouldn't he have taken a quick trip to the hospital before resuming his search?

I. N. J. Culbard said...

To be fair - our hero's a boxer and there's not a great deal a hospital can do for rib fractures. He's not out for the count just yet.

Rob Davis said...

Thanks all. This design was supposed to save me time, necessity the mother.. and all that. Didn't quite work out that way.

Dave (Morris):The original line was 'she looked like a funeral' which is nowhere near as good.

Shubhajit: Cheers. As for the rib, Sleepy walks through punches without feeling the pain, which suggests he's one of those journeyman fighters who end up doing boxing booths at the fairs - the kind you can hit with a cricket bat and who still stands there unfazed.

And as Ian says - not much you can do with rib injuries anyway. I have a feeling he'll take a few more beatings yet if it means finding out what happened to Rosalie (or whatever her real name is).

Dave Morris said...

I also really liked: "walks with a bitter twist, speaks fluent snakes and ladders". Noir is so much about both words and visuals.

Shubhajit said...

When's the next page coming? I really hope sooner rather than later...

I. N. J. Culbard said...

HUZZAH!!

shane oakley said...

rob - though your pictures blow my hat off, gotta compliment you on the 'words' - cool beat and roll to em, punchy and poetic.

and, as someone who recieved a rib-fracturing thump in my youth, other than taking buckets of pain killers, there's little you can do. but, i lay in bed for days, closest i came to 'sleepy'.