And it’s all mine! And the strange thing is, I’ve had it for 10 years. At my parents’ house. Jammed inside my other junk in my old room. As anyone who knows me will know, I fall prostrate like a gibbering fan girl at the foot of Barry Windsor Smith. For those who don’t know who he is, he’s just one of the most awesome comic book artists in the last couple of decades. Case in point…
All right then. I actually did meet Barry Windsor Smith in 1999 at the San Diego Convention. One of the most awesome 15 minutes of my life. And he drew something for me. I almost forgot about it. He fucking drew something… FOR ME! Just for me. And not only that, he drew TIMAWA. That’s right. Barry Windsor Smith drew fucking TIMAWA.
Well, not exactly. Well, let me just show you what he drew.
Eh? EH? Cool eh? Well, it’s not exactly gallery material, but it’s still pencil shadings that wouldn’t be there had not Barry Windsor Smith held… with his own hands… a pencil, and drew those things, as he explained to me what was wrong with MY DRAWING. That’s right, that’s Barry drawing as he critiqued my 2 page spread of Timawa. He explained the concept of contrast, of making your drawing more alive. He drew the squatter houses, the train, the electric post and sky…. oh man, it was freaking AWESOME. He’s got his DNA In these drawings and everything.
All right… I’m gonna go and have these things framed now.