Growing up as kid I have always loved comic books.The art was what drew me deeper and deeper into comics.The story lines were ok too, but something about the thick black outline was appealing to me. Rough patches of primary colors with less than perfect Ben-Day dot ink transfer stains with off balanced placement.Chaotic action scenes with bright colors and out of control movement.That was my magic.
To me this was art.
When reading through an old back issue of
Sgt ROCK
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It made me feel safe..My mother also being red headed might have had something to do with my choice of women...In the story she was a french assasin fighting the Nazi Miltary.As for the angry man,(shown twice on the left hand side of the painting)., is from a back issue of
