Dynagirl

Greetings folks! Thanks SO much for all your patience and well wishes as we’ve worked really hard behind the scenes to get back ahead of the game here so we can start turning out Dynagirl on a regular basis again. WOO! So, just to let you know where we are, what we’re doing, and how things are progressing, I thought I’d toss out a little piece of the newly inked up and currently in colors artwork!

Doesn’t look good for our girl, does it? heh. You’ll have to read it to find out!

So the big question is, when are we posting again, right? The big answer is May 1st! That’s right, the very first day of May will see us return to at least once a week pages. When we get things built back up to where they should be I’ll adjust things accordingly and we’ll go back to rocking Tuesdays and Thursdays just like always. So hang in there people, we’re just a couple weeks away from being back on track!

There are firsts you never forget, no matter how long you live, or how many other things you encounter. Your first kiss, the first time you really rode a bike without training wheels and no help from your dad, your first car, and of course your first real girlfriend. One of those unforgettable firsts was the movie Heavy Metal. It was the first time I really felt moved by art on a level I really couldn’t quite comprehend. I’d seen a great deal of art before that of course, I mean come on I started reading comics at the tender age of 4 years old! But they were always “funny books”, you know? No one took them serious. I loved the stories, but it wasn’t like they were going to be hanging in the Louvre or anything. And then my cousin stunk me into the drive-in to see Heavy Metal.

When I got done with that movie, I never looked at another comic the same way again. I started digging up back issues of the Heavy Metal magazine, and suddenly came to the conclusion that the art I’d seen in the movie was only scratching the surface of what could be had from the artist known as Moebius. Pick any comic fan from my generation and tell them Jean Giraud was going to be at a convention and you had a better than average chance of getting a blank stare in return. But tell them Jean Giraud was Moebius and the light bulbs started going off in droves. His work was visionary regardless of the era, but taken in context with the time in which he produced it, there are few works that even come close. It’s visceral, it’s real, and almost gritty enough to touch in 2 dimensions. What I loved the most about it was you never left a piece of his art without feeling something, it just had that way about it. To call the guy a master artist would be something on the order of a colossal understatement.

And now, Jean Giraud has moved on from this world, hopefully for a better one, where crazy bus-sized birds carry riders aloft to cities in the clouds, and pistol packing Wild West heroes are alive and well. Fair winds and following seas, sir. You will without a doubt be missed.