Meet Louis. Louis is having a bad day and he blames Lenny. But in the end, what does it all matter anyway? The cycle goes on.
AP blows me away once more with a clever little romp through quasi-Buddhist philosophy disseminated through Heavy Metal-esque sci-fi of the most splendid kind. This is just a beautiful piece of comic book work that sort of makes me smile at the world. Just knowing artists are out there, doing it, creating the work, putting in the hours, expressing the things that can't be expressed it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
And AP is tops at it. Wonderful clean lines combine with clean colors and an impeccable sense of pacing to delivery all the right hits. When I'm working on comics I tend to think of them as songs. AP's comics are like rock ditties from 1977 with the foresight of a man who sees the future. Nice.
... read it now!