"A Nut On Some Sort Of Flying Surfboard"
recalled Stan Lee when he saw Jack Kirby’s addition to the Galactus story arc of Fantastic Four #48. It’s pretty amazing how the Silver Surfer lived on to become the iconic space-faring optimist when realize that Kirby thought enough of Galactus that the space-god needed a herald and, simultaneously, was “tired of drawing spaceships.”
As for the art, I usually resist commenting on the quality of my work unless asked directly. I’m biased against myself so the commenting is typically unconstructive. Also, my non-artist friends are usually unimpressed by my self-flagellation. So, I refrain. But there’s no denying it. I really don’t like this page. The stars are more spatter than stars. SS looks about as dramatically cosmic as an episode of My Three Sons.
I’ve watched the Drew Struzan documentary a few times and, of course, feel baffled whenever he comments that he didn’t like a particular piece, because I’ve never seen a “bad” Drew Struzan piece. They’re all masterworks in my mind. I could only hope for a misstep of Struzan’s caliber. And that’s the problem, isn’t it? One artist’s dissatisfaction (Struzan) is another’s aspirational zenith (me).
Oh, well. Better next time.