A while back, I came to the realization that when I was a teen/young adult, I desperately wanted to be a cartoonist in the vein of a Neal Adams or George Perez, with realism as my primary style. Now that I’m nearing 40, I desperately want to be like Jack Kirby. Bombastic, and trying new things, no matter how old I get. I’m not getting there, but I want to try. This was a poor attempt at trying.
I’m still here.