DEANCON2: THE TRIPPENING
I’ve still got commissions on the list for #Deancon2013, the fundraiser I held last month to replace my Mountain Dew’d MacBook Pro. Thanks so much to everyone who ordered a superhero sketch from me. But as you can see from the above picture, my car, the Bat-Jetta, is in need of more auto repair expertise than I can provide at Trippe HQ. (I do feel unusually handy for deciphering the problem and getting it running well enough to get it to the shop without a tow.) I need to buy two parts for installation, and have a coolant leak fixed.
So, I’m opening the doors for commissions once again, at the same lower-than-usual rate. Honestly, I’m having a great time working on these. I think they’re the most consistently solid commissions I’ve ever done, and while a lot of it has to do with being in the zone and staying warmed up, I honestly think it’s due in large part to how overwhelmingly grateful I feel to the folks who ordered these and helped me get back up and running on a new machine so quickly.
If you missed out on #DeanCon2013 (which I’ll be caught up on by the end of the month), and would like a superhero sketch of your own, #DeanCon2 is the same deal:
$35 - Single Character, Inked (superheroes and supporting cast only), 5.5” x 8.5”
$50 - Two Characters, Inked (superheroes and supporting cast only), 5.5” x 8.5”
+ $5 for shipping in the U.S. (Email me for international shipping.)
Once again, I have a number of slots available on a first come, first served basis, so you can PayPal me (firstname.lastname@example.org), and include the character(s) you want in the notes.
These will be drawn an shipped during October and November, so they make good Christmas gifts.
Pretty great having my computer and my car break down within a month of each other, but I can’t complain too much, since I somehow get to solve problems by drawing superheroes. And I’m reminded of this:
“You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.” - Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men
SHARES AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED.
Marvel vs DC: the Dudebro analogy
- me: It's sad how progressive Marvel looks while standing next to DC. It's completely amazing.
- Kara: which is kind of awful too because Marvel needs help too Marvel needs help DC needs to be in an institution? is that fair?
- me: Marvel is a middle class, middle America white dude who's been pulled from his suburban all-white high school to go to college with a bunch of people who are different than him.
- Kara: ooooh
- me: He's that dick who goes to the women's studies class to 'meet chicks,' and calls everyone bro, and doesn't really GET why his Cinco De Mayo party is really, really kinda racist. But he talks to people who don't look exactly like him and when he's told that he's being a dick he mostly listens and sure he's still got Maxim covers up on his wall, but now he can talk to girls without trying to hit on them.
- me: DC's the guy who went to the college of people JUST LIKE HIM and entered a frat and hangs out on /bchan and takes pictures of girls who are drunk and falling out of their shirts without their knowledge and text them to everyone he knows, even the girls who are kind of like, ugh.
- Kara: this is really perfect
- me: So Marvel has figured out that if he wants to get a date, or more importantly, a second date, he needs to start dealing with women and other people as human beings and he's not perfect and he's still gonna get dumped when he mutters a vaguely homophobic epithet at the waiter at a restaurant, but he's listening in classes and his roommate's cool and they become friends even though they're different races and eventually he ends up in a suite where half his roommates are women who explain that the "make me a sandwich" shirt is the reason he's NOT GETTING LAID. And he stops wearing that shirt, except when he's really drunk and stupid.
- me: Meanwhile, DC is on facebook, telling boob jokes and then bitterly calling women bitches for not having sex with him and going back to hang out at the local high school football games despite the fact that it gets sadder every year, because everyone who used to like him has grown up and moved out and moved away and he's still there, still talking to teenagers, except he doesn't know the lingo and they're not interested in what he has to say.
if i were really really ridiculously wealthy, i wouldn’t buy a mansion, just tiny apartments in every city i love.
Sort of Incorrect Les Miserables Lyrics — You’re the One That I Want
It is as if Marvel had unleashed some sort dormant power in both writer and artist, where they’d all of a sudden gone: ‘Right, we got what we wanted: we got to work together on a Marvel superhero book about teens,’ and then commenced evil cackling in a manner that all bystanders might have taken a step back. They took the wheel, and started lasering shit up.
The pinnacle of this chemistry is clear in the double page spreads that allow McKelvie to, for all intents and purposes, entirely show off.
Issue four has a double pager that illustrates pretty-boy alien Noh-Varr’s progress through a nightclub full of enemies: from his dramatic entrance smashing through the club’s window, to his changing the record to Candi Stanton’s Young Hearts Run Free, to his final triumphant exit, it’s SMASH, HIT, SMASH, HIT, his boot through enemies across the isometric diagram.
The collaborative epic was hatched by Gillen and spearheaded by McKelvie, iterated throughout the team: around the edges there was room for close ups of Marvel Boy’s clashes. Then Gillen realised there was room for a key on the diagram, where he added more lines: Noh Varr’s exclamations of disgust at his shoes getting mucky, and thoughts hoping that Hawkeye is watching (his newest crush). The whole diagram is a spectacular illustration conveying movement and humour; a microcosm of the run of Young Avengers so far. Exuberant peacocking. A ‘look what we can do’ in two pages of action.
It pleases me we can stick “HOT. AND. DANGEROUS.” - New Statesman on the back of the next trade.
Between this and Fraction/Aja’s PIzza Dog issue of Hawkguy…the level of formal experimentation, innovation and talent at play in these books makes the dross DC’s putting out look absolutely thoughtless and horrid by comparison. And really, DC didn’t need that comparison, because their books are bad enough on their own “merits.”
Captain Marvel, 70s Style.
I thought I’d try to interpret Jamie McKelvie’s Captain Marvel costume as if it had been designed in the late 1960s. Yes, this outfit is completely and totally impractical for crimefighting or otherwise adventuring, but she’d look fabulous at Tony’s late-night parties at Avengers Mansion.