I had to come up with some new drawings of The Snooter (see After the Snooter, Top Shelf.) last week for a speculative project I can't say anything about as yet. You will remember that it was a big insect, an oversized moth probably, that flew in our kitchen window way back in 1994. Later in the story an unnamed character that happens to look exactly like Bob Kane's Bruce Wayne is sitting staring purposefully into the dark night, contemplating "The annoying complacency of people. I need a symbolic form by which to strike fear into their hearts," when it fluttered in his window too. "That's it! I shall become a hideous insect of the sleepless humid night. I shall remind them of their childhood terrors, of snakes under the bed and beast droolings in the dark that make you afraid to put your bare foot on the floor."
And thus he stitched a costume together and became The Snooter! Everybody said the pink rubber kitchen gloves were the piece de resistance.
I found that my concept of the character had drifted considerably since I last drew him, and It took several attempts at it before I arrived at something presentable.
My pal Mia Wolff, painter and veteran of the flying trapeze, has started a blog.