Sunday, September 23, 2007
That's right. "DOmolisher." I couldn't spell when I was seven either. That's how old I was when I created this guy. Mike was on the floor drawing one of his characters, probably the UNCANNY OWL and I was trying to emulate him so I drew a comic on the spot. Usually, I could draw an entire comic in a day or so. My comics were 8-10 pages on typing paper and usually consisted of a single fight scene that would end in a cliffhanger involving the appearance of yet another "surprise guest villain." None of my series ever went past three issues, so I never knew how the battles ended.
When Mike and I drew our comics, they were usually in full color, drawn in pencil and colorized with colored pencils. We didn't really have a good set of colored pencils; it was just a collection of odd colors that Dad would pick up willy-nilly whenever he found some that we kept in a Ziploc bag. None of them matched except the half-empty second-hand set Mike was using. Mom ended up getting me a set from the school supplies section of King's Grocery but they were really short (about 3 or 4 inches long) and the leads were really waxy and didn't lay down well. But they were mine and so I didn't have to keep begging Mike to borrow his, which drove him crazy.
Most of my characters were hodgepodges of Marvel or DC characters I liked. The Demolisher's costume was a riff on Starhawk of the GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY. His name was in response to my favorite Atlas Comics character at the time, the Destructor. I had observed Mike reading an issue of ASTONISHING TALES featuring Deathlok the Demolisher and just appropriated the name, not even fully understanding what it meant. My characters also tended to be a costume and a name and not much else. The Demolisher's powers weren't even fully defined. I remember him being strong and, when he hit you, his fist would glow like Iron Fist's. Not sure why. All my characters had the same origin too. They were always involved in lab accidents that caused them to be drenched in chemicals. (Except my character Heat-Ray, who was "blasted by a space alien.")
I was killing time late at night at work when I drew this picture of The Demolisher. It was the first time I'd drawn him in more than 30 years. I didn't have any reference handy so I got the costume wrong. For some reason, I thought he had the Star/"D" emblem on his chest but I found my old comics Friday night and his chest was actually bare. For some reason, 99% of my characters had their initials in an emblem on their chests. This was fine and dandy until I got to my Daredevil rip-off, Black Snake. I laughed my ass off Friday night when I saw that "BS" on his chest.
This guy's not nearly as cool as Mike's characters but it was fun to draw him again after all this time. And what do you want? I was seven.
Posted by Matt Wieringo at 7:22 PM