In which Our Heroine communes with nature and says the wrong thing to the wrong person at the wrong time.
I remember telling Evan once that one of the neat things about doing Scwonkey Dog was how whatever I feel like drawing I can usually work in somehow. Like back in chapter one, when Dante Brooks is telling Jenn all about aliens and stuff, I just wanted to draw a pretty girl in very little clothing. So Dante points over at this girl, and we get a shot of the blonde chick who he claims is really an alien. Likewise, we get to this page and for some reason I’m in a mood to draw a squirrel. So, there’s a squirrel. Could I have found a better way to use this page’s real estate? Sure. But instead I felt like drawing a squirrel.
Remember on page eight, when Nathan’s rearing back for that punch? I recall when I finished coloring that panel I stared at it for a while and went, “I really did that? Wow. How about that.”
See that last panel there, of Dani slapping Jenn in the face? Same deal. I’m kind of proud of that one. I like it. (You don’t have to. You can think it’s rather crap all you want. But me? I almost want to make a print that’s just that panel all blown up. And I think I scanned it in at a high enough resolution that I could.)
I don’t even remember what I was listening to when I worked on most of this. Pretty sure as I was putting the finishing touches on that last panel, though, I was listening to Tegan and Sara’s album Sainthood on my iPod. (I could probably listen to the third track, “Hell,” a thousand times and not get sick of it. Really, truly.)
