RegressJune 21, 2007
My inner six-year-old is weeping.
I hate, hate, hate the undisciplined scrawls that pass for a drawing style on my home continent. It’s not a hip, edgy technique for a new generation; it’s just a failure to draw well. When I see just another crappy new cartoon with flat art and randomness in place of wit or empathy, I can look away. When the same formula is applied to the story I loved as a child, I am personally injured.
This sad news was brought to my attention by my buddy Kang.