Remember all those doomsday tracts you'd find in telephone booths... or virtually everywhere!? Anyhow, I was pushing some lines around and this greaser character started taking shape. Totally messed up his eyes while sketching, but instead of fixing them to look more "normal" I rolled with it. While coloring, I thought "this dude looks like a 'sinner' from one of those old tracts." I laughed, stoned out the eyes, added a few baby horns, and decided to roll with the theme because it was too funny to ignore what was happening with the illustration. Sometimes you gotta' let the lines and colors dictate what they want to be.
