Took this photo of the panel I’d just inked as it dried on my studio desk. Writing a comic about the Boston Marathon bombings has been tough as I’ve mentioned in previous posts. I don’t want to be seen as trying to exploit the event or hitching my wagon to it for some perverted reason. I live and work a street away from Boylston street and the bombing happened in my neighborhood — so I’ve been trying to draw a short story that was authentic to my experience living and being around that terrible event without resorting to cliches (the finish line, the sneakers). Living in the area after the bombing was a world away from what the news was portraying, honestly. I think I finally found the image I was looking for to conclude this little story, I dug it up from my memory last night and put it together.
After the fact, here’s my childhood friend Santa Bear admiring his, I mean my, hard work drying on the drafting table.