|I have to believe, for all the swords and horns, one solid punch to the solar plexus would pretty much end this fight. Knock her right off those furry stilts and everything ...|
A fine reward for spending an afternoon elbow-deep in dusty quarter-bins is to discover the 2004 Rob Liefeld Sketchbook (volume 1!!), published by Arcade Comics because I guess Rob's multitude of independent presses have all disappeared into the ether.
Rob Liefeld is an understandably polarizing figure in modern comics, although he's certainly not a fraction of the divisive character he was back in his early days. We seem, as a community, to have come to some sort of peace regarding the peculiarities of his illustrative style, and we've apparently chosen to put to rest any of the creator conflicts attached to his name. What remains is a zen-like acceptance of Liefeld as a force of nature more than an individual professional. Does he give DC the business and give enthusiastic thumbs-up to projects like Prophet? He sure does! Does he think Fabian Nicieza ought to eat dirt? Oh gosh yeah I guess so. Like Walt Whitman, he contains multitudes.
In any case, the Sketchbook is an interesting snapshot of Liefeld being Liefeld, for all that entails. Sketches of figures tend to be in the same two or three poses from the same camera angles, lots of talk about which properties are currently bouncing around Hollywood, all the stuff you've come to know and love.
|Three to four sketches? Oh my god, where does one find the time?|
Getting a peek into Liefeld's creative process is relatively as unenlightening as you'd expect it to be. He's certainly been, over the course of something like a thirty-year career, a creator with a seeming disinterest in subtext and symbolism. Semiotics, if they exist at all in his work, are purely instinctive. What do the colors of this character's uniform say? How does the beetle-like silhouette inform the identity? What do we know of his environment from the heavy gear, impeccably preserved -- the pristine gloves, the banded metal legs (or are they fine, wrapped strips of fabric, unstained and whole?). Y'know what? These are not questions Liefeld has ever asked nor has the audience ever been asked to question.
|"A concept I never get tired of." Is this a new character or the same character as all the other new characters?|
|This is my attempt to get a clear scan of rob's interpretation of Space Egypt, complete with flying pyramids.|
Does spiritual warfare at its finest sound good to you? Well, here's the pitch!
One of the high points of any Liefeld conversation is how often he makes reference to which of his projects are currently being batted around Hollywood and which major celebrities are attached to it. Dooms IV, as far as I'm aware, is this close to making it to the silver screen. In this book, he's revealing a handful of his pitches - a Catholic schoolgirl who's secretly an intergalactic princess and who wears armor with nipples on it basically, another iteration of The Mark (this is recent enough that he namedrops Will Smith, instead of namedropping Tom Cruise which he used to do), and then this film in which a woman runs around with a tiny version of Judge Holden from Cormac McCarthy's Blood Meridian stuffed in her knapsack.
|The Mommy-and-Me fitness classes have taken a weird turn.|
I should probably scan the whole thing, for posterity's sake. Future generations should not be denied this.