hulk 2

My second full-page picture of The Hulk isn’t that much better than the first. Actually, looking just at their faces, this one’s appreciably worse. I clearly drew the whole head before filling in any of the features, resulting in a cramped face that appears to have imploded or caved in on itself. Not sure what’s going on with the lettering here either. I’ve gone to the trouble of filling in a texture on each of the letters in Hulk’s name, but it looks like I got bored of my stripy texture halfway through the H and tried some others out. The U has squiggles on it, the L appears to be nailed down by rivets and the K is just black. It fits though. There’s a slapdash feeling to all of this. Unlike the previous page, where there’s clear evidence of me trying to draw well, this is one of those pictures we’re going to be seeing quite a lot of over the next few months - done in a hurry. I don’t know if I was just being lazy or just knew I only had a certain amount of time before the bell went, but it’s obvious I didn’t put much effort in. You’ll notice as well this is fairly violent. The Hulk hits the man not because of anything the man’s doing, but because Hulk simply doesn’t like him. The man screams loudly with his eyes closed and his arms outstretched. The big spiky speech bubble suggests he’s in a lot of pain. It’s pointless, gratuitous violence with no context and no consequences. A bit like the stuff we saw in Giant Karza but even more stripped down, and it’s the hero doing it, not the villain. It’s strange - I didn’t get into fights. No one beat me at home. I was into writing and drawing, not sports or climbing trees. I was just about the least physical person I knew. So why did I find violence so enthralling? I don’t think it’s much of a spoiler to say this won’t be the last time we’ll see something like this.