Archive for ‘Stinz #02’
More fun drawing dark scenes with action. Yeah, I admit, no horse runs like that; it’s just old-fashioned intuitive for “fast.”
“They won’t suffer.”
Isn’t that a human thing to say?
ManWolf makin’ like a motorboat in the last panel.
Hm. What IS “gun” in wolf? Shooty stick? Hurt stick? Big penis?
Whaddaya know; drawings of dog forms I don’t completely hate.
There’s just no living with people.
In a later story, a gun isn’t just an unfamiliar tool to Stinz — it’s his memory of his youth.
Wolves are like all of us; they don’t like the oddballs. Or at least they’re reserving approaches.
The art looks a bit different from the last Ulli story because it was actually drawn much further along in the original sets of stories. In the new renumbered Indyplanet series, all the stories have been placed in what seemed to be a proper order of time, and renumbered sequentially. Yes! No more weird numbering!
Happy Ending for a werewolf.
It’s one of the reasons Dan and I enjoyed the Buffy series. Sooner or later, even the weirdest characters had everyday lives. It’s very British to mix the weird and the mundane.
Like most girls of my generation who liked horses, I was hooked on the centaurs in Disney’s Fantasia.
That may be where I got the idea of making centaurs individuals, rather than the gang of rowdy licentious drunks — with one exception — of Greek myth. I especially adored the little African zebra girls; they seemed such a logical extension of the idea of the horse-man. It couldn’t have been easy animating those stripes by hand! They really are drawn as zebras, too, not just as horses with stripes. They weren’t overdone black stereotypes, either, but people.
I’m sorry, I loved all those cartoons with black people playing jazz. Those animators must have hung out at jazz clubs and had black friends. Those caricatures were sure a lot more human and interesting than the washed-out rotoscoping of Sleeping Beauty. Why else did all the little girls run around afterwards with home-made dragon masks? (Well, they did in our neighborhood — who wanted to be that wimpy blonde, when you could be the DRAGON?)

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