The great comic book artist / writer Will Eisner once said "I basically took two ineptitudes (art & writing) and made an aptitude (comics)."
This statement really struck me as a very ' punk rock' sentiment and made me pick up my shaky pencil once more and scribble out my goofy fantasy world. For the first time since I was a teen and told by a group home councilor that "No one will buy this shit." (thanks Ed, way to lift the youth up, buddy), I've felt some sense of joy in drawing.
You'll notice that it's mostly weird superhero type stuff. Well, comics are in my family's blood (my mother was named after Terry from Milton Caniff's TERRY & THE PIRATES); I learned how to read thanks to early - mid 70's comics from the Mom & Pop store rack across the street from my great grand-mothers house.
After being denied comics for a turbulent period of time, I picked up two comics that changed my life:
Saga of The Swamp Thing #22-the issue following Alan Moore's debut with 'Anatomy Lesson', and Uncanny X-Men #167.
After years of just liking weird comics because they looked funny (my childhood favorites were DC's 'Freedom Fighters', 'Kamandi' & 'Shade, The Changing Man', the 1977 Fantastic Four blew my mind as well), comics were getting weird on a level that was entirely new to me.
With the exception of the Image ushered 'Dark Age' of the early to mid 1990's (which I'm now able to appreciate, however skewered), I never turned away from the tights.
Of course, I loved plenty of indie / Euro / underground books as well. Chester Brown's 'Yummy Fur', Charles Burns 'El Borbah', Gilbert Shelton's 'Fabulous Furry Freak Bros.', Bill Griffith's 'Zippy the Pinhead', Libeatore's 'RanXerox' to name a few.
But when it's all said and done, the moronic science fiction power fantasies of the cape and cowl have always held the most sway with my pencil.
It's the absurdity. If Bob Burden, Jack Kirby, Grant Morrison, Tom of Finland, John Kricfalusi, Peter Milligan and Frank Quitely used black magic to make the ultimate avant-garde superhero comic creator, but when they left the room Rob Liefeld and Fletcher Hanks sneaked in and pee'd in the circle, the resultant mess would be me.
I am not that talented. But I am funny.