A tale of woe: my drawing arm is currently out of commission with a very nasty flare-up of tendinitis. It’s an old, chronic (and very painful) problem of mine, and the only real cure is to avoid using the dang limb until it finally stops hurting. So I’m taking the week off to try and heal up. I’m really sorry to leave you on a cliffhanger, gang!
But there is no real rest for the wicked, because this weekend I’ll be very busy tabling at the Emerald City Comicon in Seattle! Come find me at Booth 223, where I’ll be installed with Erika Moen and Jonathan Case and Katie Lane, selling books, pendants, prints (including the Ariana image that’s standing in for this week’s page…), shirts, stickers, and more.
And, Portlanders not visiting our Northern neighbor: pick up a copy of the Portland Mercury this week, and you’ll see a 2-page comics feature by yours truly.
Get better soon and not just because you can draw us new comics.
you can then*
Get well, but I love the picture you left us with for the week. Ariana reminds me of a woman I once knew in France.
Is Arianna supposed to have a reddish or plum tint to her hair or is it my computer display settings?
Yup, it’s a bit tinted! But mostly for artistic effect. (She’s a normal ole brunette.)
Wow! Beautiful. :)
“Don’t shoot till you see the whites of their eyes!”
Kinda gives her an advantage…
PS to War Pig: I think that rich brown is known as auburn.
I believe so, too, but I dunno if it is my display making it plum color or if she intended Ariana to be auburn. She is usually displayed with raven hair in the colors of the regular strip and I want to be sure. If she is auburn, she really, REALLY reminds me of a woman I knew in France. She had auburn hair and eyes the color of honey. We were a bit of an item but things didn’t work out as duty called me to war and her to stay and perform her duty to family. We both wound up marrying someone else but have kept in touch. She was strikingly good-looking, with those honey eyes and auburn hair and cheekbones which had to be insured by Loyd’s of London. Willowy yet womanly. We met the fist time in Nice.
Ah, memories!