From a beautiful sunrise to the dark underbelly of utopia in a single page. I hope Jane knows what she’s gotten herself into. Probably not.
I time-shifted the dialog so it’s not in sync with the visuals. Trying all the new things on this one. Was it too confusing?
Before you get too excited about the art, I’m still at the “slavish use of references” skill level. At least for the more realistic style I felt this story needed. Some people seem to take this personally, that it’s somehow deceitful, that it supersedes and invalidates everything else on the page. So, don’t say I didn’t give full disclosure. I blame Wally Wood. Hopefully you’ll still appreciate the product more than the process. Thanks for reading!
“Never draw anything you can copy, never copy anything you can trace, never trace anything you can cut out and paste up.” –Wally Wood
Original Script
CAPTION
The next morning
Early morning sunrise.
Harriet is flying above the city looking for Jane.
Harriet flies down to a city park and glides past two strolling policemen.
The bird spots Jane, who is curled up asleep on a park bench.
Harriet lands on Jane’s shoulder and tugs on her earlobe.
Note: Jane’s skin is now 50% lighter.
BIRD
Chee.
JANE
Stretching
Oh, did she direct you to me?
BIRD
Chee-dee-dee.
A pair of city police stroll by in the distance.
They start harassing a sleeping drunk or homeless man by a fountain.
JANE
Yawning and stretching.
No. I’m not prepared to return home.
Not ‘til I provide a little justice to M. Simza.
That’ll show ‘em.
Jane sees the police beating the man.
She slinks away in the opposite direction.
“No using the benches sir. We must now make an example of you.”
I see nothing wrong with using references. I DO see something wrong with anyone sneering at anyone else’s artistic abilities. Simply ignore the boors.
And, Jane isn’t much of a hero–slinking off instead of protecting the downtrodden.
There’s protecting the downtrodden and taking a billyclub upside the noggin for nothing.
“The better part of valour is discretion.”
And the time shift worked fine.
let jerk purists take those references and try to duplicate the page. i see in the last few panels that even in the victorian future some things never change. the irony of jane’s words stings.
Thanks, Anataman.
This reminds me of that episode of “The Simpsons” where Grampa Simpson waxes nostalgically about beating up hippies.
I miss those days. Hippies make the funniest noises.
I guess if my eyes broke out into blisters in the sun, I’d be myopic too.