Zombies: More Thriller, Less Filler Please.
|Beat it. Can’t you see I’m dancing.|
I’m not a huge zombie fan. I enjoyed I Am Legend. I laughed until my ribs hurt watching Zombieland. But I’ve never hyped myself to go see the next zombie premiere. A couple reasons: First, I find hard to suspend my sense of disbelief that a roving band of slow moving, unarmed, relatively unthinking zombies couldn’t be carpet-bombed into utter oblivion by the military and moped up within 72 hours. ( I know there are “fast” and “smart” varieties, but carpet-bombing still comes out on top in my mind.) Second, they’re pretty disgusting and, frankly, I have a low threshold for gore.
If I had choose, my favorite zombies would be from Michael Jackson’s Thriller. Are they out to destroy humanity as some metaphorical stand-in for “greed” or some such quasi-political problem? No. They just wanna dance. Gore factor? Pretty low, unless you’re squeamish about 80’s pop fashion. Sure, they lurch, but they lurched to the beat. Yeah, they’re dirty. But I chalk that up to an unrelenting desire to dance to the determent of everything–especially life and hygiene–else. I get that. I’m an artist.
This is all preamble, of course. The real story is that after Crissy, a co-worker of mine, discovered my quick caricature of Shelly as Supergirl, she requested that I draw another with her as a zombie. I really had no choice at that point. I felt strangely compelled. As if I wouldn’t be satisfied until I ate…um…drew her.
Draw with pencil, Copic multiliners and markers, and white Prismacolor pencil on the back of 8″ x 5″ card stock advertisement over a couple fifteen minute breaks.