Okay, this is an odd little story. Yesterday, through
a number of very bizarre machinations, I was part
of a panel discussion on comic books at an exhibition
of Japanese superstar artist Yoshitaka Amano's new
project "Hero," in it's world premiere. Uh, I'm
fairly knowledgeable about comics, but I'm essentially
still a no-name punk-ass, so I was a little out
of my depth, especially considering that I was on
the panel as a replacement for superstar closet
queen Frank Miller. So I didn't really have the
"star power" as it were. Anyways, it went off okay,
I guess, even though it started with everybody puckering
up to suckle at the pasty English ass of Neil Gaiman
and his horribly overrated fantasy for the eye-makeup
crowd Sandman, of which I am not a fan. But after
that I got to say "ass" a bunch of times, and I
was the best-dressed and thinnest person on the
panel, so I guess that counts for something, right?
Plus I met Mr. Amano after the thing was over and
he was a great guy; he had done a sketch in the
"Biten" show catalogue for me while I was talking.
As soon as I can get to a scanner, I'll put it up.
His work is a little fruity for me, but in terms
of draftsmanship, I'm a tiny insect in comparison.
Why not check out his work?