"I am going to seek the Beast in the wilderness," she told him. "I am going to win my own heart back, by force, by wit, or by sacrifice."
My biggest single influence is probably Jim Steranko—as a comics artist of course, but mostly as a cover illustrator. Luckily, or maybe not, I don't seem to have ended up with a style that looks too much like any of my favorite artists.
And, not least, there was that morbid, embarrassed adolescent curiosity: What do the French really think of Americans? Do they like us? Do they think we're cool? Immature? Were they even following what went on with that freedom fries debacle? How do we look, from all the way over there?
We have come, gods be spoken / between packing and material (?)
