Comic Art Style Where the Guy Draws One Eye Outside of His Head

This feature was originally published on Nov 14th, 2007. Holy Lord, Rob Liefeld is bad at drawing. I mean, holy shit ... I'll stop. Just read this. It'due south awesome. Too, you can find the sequel, twoscore More of the worst Rob Liefeld drawings, right Hither. - Ed.

This is Rob Liefeld. If that doesn't tell yous everything you need to know about Rob Liefeld ... well, I'm sorry for this in accelerate.

Comic books exploded when I was about ten years old. They'd always been pop and we'd e'er collected and enjoyed them, just a surge of popularity brought out collectors and special editions and all the shit we've learned to deal with from breakfast cereals and boob tube punditry. Kids were replaced past erstwhile men with backing boards, and eventually the kids and the former men became one, and 9 out of 10 kids y'all met collected comics for the money they'd never meet and gave yous the most turd-burgling stink-eye if y'all took the literally, figuratively, and creatively worthless SPIRITS OF VENGEANCE out of its polybag. It was a grand and miserable time for all involved, and equally a event now Spider-Homo wears flying armor and the good writers nosotros lost, guys like Alan Moore, are busy writing graphic novels about how Snowfall White loves fucking the Seven Dwarves in a metaphorical Future Paris or whatsoever.

You don't demand to know well-nigh this. Comics were once for kids and now they're for the adults who loved them every bit kids but suddenly became adults with no upward motivation. Talented people did and still work on comics and every bit immature and goofy as any hobby can be, they should be respected and admired for their piece of work. Nosotros don't detest comics. I'm a fiddling more than bitter almost the loss of innocence than Bill, only nosotros both don't capeesh Garth Ennis having Superman need blowjobs in a comic and expecting people to call him a genius.

People do. People suck.

And and so, there'due south Rob Liefeld. You know how people draw comics? Rob doesn't do that. He had his ain Levi'south commercial directed by Spike Lee in the 90s. He had all-time-selling comic books. He was a revolutionary and helped co-establish Paradigm Comics when all the hot artists ditched their classic gigs (similar Spider-Man, the X-Men, and, uh, Guardians of the Galaxy) for creator-owned projects. But he doesn't "depict" comics. Oh God, no.

Just... ugh, merely let me testify y'all.

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The about important affair you lot demand to know earlier reading about all the terrible things Rob Liefeld has drawn is that he has never seen or talked to a adult female in his life and has no idea what they wait like or how their bodies operate. If you asked Rob Liefeld to draw a diagram of the uterus he'd put on a pair of gauntlets and punch the shit out of your chalkboard. This is how the homo operates, and though I know it sounds like a lot, y'all have to believe me. I don't want you looking at the stuff he's drawing and think he's a conscious adult male with a creative job who tin and has influenced the minds of immature artists. The man is a pair of blue jeans with a face up. He has on a backwards cap, and when he turns it around, it's nevertheless backwards.

Got it?

Okay. The #forty spot is a catch-all for "any time Rob Liefeld has ever fatigued a adult female." We get more specific from here, but if we didn't lump these together the entire listing would exist cleaved spines and colossal hooters.

I geniunely experience these are mistakes.

This is what a woman looks like to Rob Liefeld. I can't fifty-fifty kid almost this. Information technology's fucking ridiculous. Fucking ricockulous. She's wearing a cord of pouches where her stomach should just could not possibly be and both her thighs and forearms are larger than her abdomen. She has a big ole ass and torpedo tits, and I geniuenly think that when Rob finished drawing her he saturday back, frowned, looked over at his friend, and said "yikes, pitiful, guy."

And then he started drawing teenagers for DC Comics.

No kidding. What nosotros're exploring isn't an artist we don't like. We argue about that. Bill will like 1 guy and I'll like another, but generally nosotros don't wish ill on the guys nor do nosotros hope for their gainful unemployment. Nosotros're exploring something so abstruse and offensive that our Mortal Kombat-ridden babyhood comes back to uppercut off our level heads three times and rip out our spine. In that sentence, "spine" is meant to correspond "holy shit what is wrong with fucking Rob Liefeld."

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WHO INDEED

This is a proficient introduction to how Rob Liefeld, and indeed just about any comics artist in the early on nineties, approached their medium: Make information technology as "dynamic" and "gritty" equally possible. In this case, "dynamic" involves a whole shitload of lines on the face up, some foreboding shadows obscuring the general middle-of-the-confront area, and a background that I gauge implies he is sitting in front of an enormous Bengal tiger. Also of note: the fingers of Stryfe's left paw here all taper down in size from index to pinkie, yous know, every bit fingers do. There is besides some crazy shit going on behind that folder in the general gauntlet/forearm area. When I endeavor to draw, I often fuck upward a line and am like, "Oh shit, that'south not how those parts of the torso connect," and then I depict like two or three lines to try to embrace it upward just it just looks shitty. I can alibi information technology considering 1. I am usually just cartoon in ballpoint on my binder or something and 2. I am not a professional person artist. Rob Liefeld, past contrast, draws a gauntlet going into the forearm all fucked-up in pencil. At that point, he then goes PFFFFT FUCK IT and then inks over information technology and sends it to the colorist. Then he GETS PAID FOR DOING THAT.

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Y'all know what Rob Liefeld hates cartoon? Anxiety. On this encompass for X-Strength #three, Rob is depicting a battle taking place between the titular team and internet darling The Juggernaut (who among us walks, patently). They all appear to be battling atop some sort of boulder, which serves the purpose of covering up the feet of Juggernaut, Warpath, and Cable.

"Oh shit, gotta go Domino on there too, can't accept an 10-Forcefulness cover without tits. Shit, the "ground" I drew didn't reach over to where I'm putting her. Oh, fuck it, she'll be crouching. You can crouch in the air, right?"

Okay and so counting Cannonball, that'due south five grapheme'due south anxiety taken care of. That other Juggernaut human foot he tin can become away with, because perspective! Kinda. Ah, shit, gotta put Shatterstar on the cover! Nothing sells comic books in 1991 like a dude in a billowy silk shirt and some swords! Well he'southward kind of, I dunno, either jumping in for some kinda Jody Fleisch seated dropkick or getting punched past Juggernaut. Check out his greatcoat just coming straight out of the back of his head. Liefeld picks that fucked-upwardly pose and everything seems to be going well (as far as Liefeld goes), then he gets to the anxiety and sort of panics. "GAH I'll merely draw an elongated Pac-Homo and a kidney edible bean."

Check out Spider-Man swinging in on a jungle vine. Jesus Christ Liefeld drew a dog's hindquarters on him. Just straight-up a dog's ass and legs.

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YOUNGBLOOD

DEATHSHOT

DEATHMATE RED

THIS BLOOD'S FOR YOU

Shit, who needs to explain why they're jumping together in front of a yellow wall with a spotlight on them, it's DEATH Blood MATE SHOT RARRRRHHH

Quick question: Why does Rob Liefeld think guns have two spots at the end of the butt for bullets to come out?

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Male child can quondam Rob design a costume! Permit's see, half-jacket, turtleneck, matching dance troupe gloves and oh yeah GIGANTIC AREA. Evidently the background artist for this panel was Harold, who was kind enough to lend his magic crayon to the scene. Hey, no feet in this i! Score! Oops, still managed to fuck upwardly Deadpool'south hand pretty bad, though. Oh well, I'one thousand sure too many people will exist unable to tear their eyes from that bulging grayness package to give a shit.

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I would be remiss if I did non mention one of Liefeld's more than bright creations, Forearm! His power is that he has FOUR Arms. exercise you realize the subtle pun that forearm

Seriously, that's the dude's entire shtick. He'due south a strong guy who has four arms. No backstory, nothing remotely interesting about him. He would but show upwards and smiling cockily and bearhug someone, and so Colossus or Warpath or someone would cold-cock him and whoop, there goes Forearm. Liefeld pretty much specialized in creating characters that no one could give half a fuck nigh, and then took that to new levels when he helped first Prototype, which was like an entire company dedicated to that principle.

Go along in mind that dude created a guy with four arms and, as evidenced in this console, has no god damn clue how to draw a guy with iv arms. "What practise you mean where is that arm coming from? Lay off me asshole I have to draw like 20 PAGES this month."

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In this comic, X-Force leader Cable (worse than the previous leader, Network) and Domino (with the proportional strength and speed of Petey from Our Gang) savour a steam bathroom. As we know from LIVING ON THE PLANET Globe, h2o is varying shades of green, opaque, and gives off swirling plumes of smoke when heated. Simply some of those fume plumes are coming from off screen, and so maybe there are a bunch of humongous bathtubs in the room or maybe someone is throwing decorative curtains.

I've seen my share of X-Force covers. Domino is supposed to be about one/8th the size of Cablevision. Maybe the top part of the bathtub is closer to us than the bottom, and we're looking at it from some weird 6/4ths upside down birds eye view. Domino is right, though, she'southward getting too old for these kinds of workouts. It'due south making her thighs look like fucked upward loaves of breadstuff and stretchmarks you lot could apply to measure the tiptop of your children. I call up Rob started cartoon the panel, realized he sucked at drawing h2o, but needed to continue cartoon lines SOMEWHERE so the people around him would call back he was working difficult on that water.

lol but bank check out that sexy dialogue

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That gun is totally bending in the eye, correct? It'south not simply me?

What are those sticks that are coming out of Cablevision and Deadpool's rucksacks? Swords? Knives? Novelty cigars? Why does Cable have HAL 9000 on his dorsum? Why is Cablevision half dozen times bigger than Deadpool? Jesus Christ look how big his left arm must be.

A fun Liefeld drinking game: take a shot for every pouch he draws on a character. Oh bang-up, at present yous have alcohol poisoning.

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In "How to Draw Comics the Marvel Way," "Cartoon Comics in the Style of Detective Comics Comics," "Aping Shit the Valiant Way," and every other cartoon tutorial I've been a part of, it conspicuously says that every line you draw on a person's confront adds to their age. When you're drawing children or sexy young women you give them clean surfaces to suggest youth and a tightness of veins, and when you draw Clint Eastwood in an eyepatch hanging out with Gen 13 you draw all over his face up to let people know he'south old. Depending on who you talk to, every line can equal a year added onto the life of your character.

Shaft, the immature leader of rogue operative squad "Youngblood," is 900 years old. And he's looking through really fine blinds. Also, his head is on fire. Epitome Comics is about living for the moment and taking it to the farthermost, they didn't take time to learn that when you stick your head in a shadow it blocks the light on both your face AND your hair. Doing enquiry for the Lion King? Permit Disney Comics go to fucking Africa and look at how lions piece of work, depict the king of beasts from a point of view no man can run into, and when the ink is still moisture, run a rummage over it.

Isn't it funny that when asked to create a universe of characters for his own comic book line Rob Liefeld draws a guy who looks exactly like Rob Liefeld and names him "Shaft?"

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You know what? Fifty-fifty if this dude weren't Quadzilla there'southward no way he'd be able to put his legs together with all those pouches and garters and whateverthefucks. Jesus, look how loftier up that one band around his leg is. What purpose could that possibly serve? His pants are and so uncomfortably tight that his groin is puckering into some sort of overachieving asterisk. His belt is juuuuuuuust under his nipples. The real capper, though, is the kneepads. What the fuck must become through Liefeld's head when he's drawing a character? "Yep, crew cutting, I'll put Boba Fett'southward rocket on his dorsum. Hmm, oh, GOTTA go with the metallic shoulderpads and enormous Run-DMC gold rope concatenation. Okay, chugalug…uh…pouchespouchespouchespouchespouchespouches leg things, oh, KNEEEEEEPADSSSSSS yessss." In determination, I detest Rob Liefeld and he should be thrown in a well.

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