And now comes the part where I post a selection of Liefeld’s own art. For those of you who might not know about Rob, here’s his story in a nutshell: He started over at Marvel but in the early 1990s left, with a handful of other artists, and created Image Comics. He was huge at the time (he starred in a Levi’s commercial directed by Spike Lee!) and dominated the comics landscape in the ’90s. The only problem being that he can’t draw. At all. He’s self-taught and in twenty plus years hasn’t improved. At all. What gets most people is that he is still employed in comics to this very day for reasons unknown.
What are proportions? Like, I get that Glory is an amazon and is probably over six feet tall but yikes. Her THIGH is bigger than poor Avengelyne’s torso. (maybe angels don’t need spines or internal organs?)
Believe it or not, people are not built like action figures. They do not have a neat ball join that they pivot around on that connects torso to hips. They also have thicker ankles than that.
This is how I drew when I was, like, thirteen. Because, well, for one this art was popular in the comics I was reading and, two, I was thirteen and just starting to learn how human bodies were put together in art. I was not a professional comic book artist.
Again, not how a human torso actually works.
This is my personal favorite not for any wonky anatomy issues, but for the kiss itself. You see, Mr Liefeld was quite upset when Peter David outed Shatterstar, a character Liefeld had created back in the ’90s. Dudes kissing dudes after decades of romantic overtones? Not ok. Ladies kissing ladies because it’s hot? Aww yeah.
So there it is. My obligatory Rob Liefeld bad art post.