In my Senior year of high school I had a teacher named Mr. Brill. He was a bitter old man about 5ft in stature with a broom mustache, very much resembling Tick-Tock from the movie Return to Oz. He would always wear his art frock, even when not in art class.
I had to ask him for permission to take the advanced cartooning class after the basic class. He sat me down and in front of the class, told me that I am not good enough and I should quit. He said I am a distraction and will most likely end up in jail so it's not worth it to waste both of our time.
Well, I am publishing my first comic book and he is a dead body in a unvisited cemetery where the grass is rarely cut and birds shit on his grave stone daily. Here is a cartoon of him rotting in his grave. Bet you wish you could make notes in red pen on that, don't ya, fuck face?
Notice the improvements from Pencil to ink and ultimately color. I focused on his green, rotting skin and gave a stark contract with his yellowing corpse like eyes. I colored this with a computer program using my right hand, even though I am left handed.
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