Chapter Two
When she was done, Ava stood up and handed me the pen. “I know we’re on a tight deadline, but I want you to spend at least half an hour with scrap paper and this nib. I want you to attack that paper. No timidity whatsoever. Find out what this pen is capable of. Loops, dashes, cross-hatching, feathering, thin to thick and back again. Really test it.”
I began to think that Mr. Dylan had been right. Ava was going to be an excellent teacher.
In fact, the art she had me working on was instructional in and of itself. Aside from the brilliant linework, about which I’ve already sung praises, her compositions were fresh and dynamic and the panel-to-panel transitions were clear and fluid. Her figure work was never limited to stock poses, but consisted of believable, well-observed post
