Ink.

It's funny to me how I've never really done a comic page before. I mean, on some level, I've done 56 comic pages, and I've taught students how to ink, but I'd never really did it on my own.

The first comic page I inked was with Patrick one day when we were drawing our feelings (an activity not dissimilar from what I did in writing on Wednesday). I inked for, oh, an hour and then got tired.

After I learned how to ink, I realize that inking is much more soothing than that. It almost feels like descending a mountain. You can't look too far ahead. You have to just concentrate on the next step. And step. And step. And when I was doing the bricks, that's all I was thinking. Brick. Brick. Brick.

And then my hand smeared an ink bubble, and I emerged from my waking dream. Boo on the penultimate panel of this page! But yay for all the others. My favorite panel is the establishing shot, because it just looks very nice. I also love the African mask. I am excited to finish the rest, but it is very time-consuming. It will probably carry over into the next week. I'll try to finish another page tomorrow. I probably spent 4-6 hours on inking all told.

And I got Lisa into it. :D