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I know people think I'm going to marry John Troutman with all the talking about him I do, but honestly, this strip's about marrying Meaghan Quinn, who is already married. Always a bridesmaid....

(From Vigilante, Ho! Click on the thumbnail for full sized Saints preserve us!)

It's easy to forget, drinking in the lush greys of Eat the Roses, that Meaghan Quinn is an absolutely phenomenal colorist. Now, it shouldn't be -- it's harder to create monochrome gradations that work well, and requires an extremely deft handling of light and dark -- but it is. There's something about the least-interestingly colored comic that causes your eye to gravitate to it before you look at the most incredibly colored greyscale comic. I don't know why.

However, when someone who understands light and dark and monochrome shading and gradation works in color, the results are subtle... and if you take a few moments to really look at them, will kick your ass to the curb and take your lunch money.

Look at today's Vigilante, Ho. Look at it. Look at the folds in the leather of the gloved thumb holding the picture. Look at the composition of the sepia photograph. Look at the almost halo of light formed around the Kid's face in panel two, and at the shifts of light and color in the skin tones of her collarbone versus her face. Look how the shadows around the Kid seem almost to creep closer to her as she tosses the picture away, and the sudden redness of the courtesan's hair (one hope's she'll develop a name sometime soon) surprises as much as her words. This isn't a strip in color. This is a strip that romances color. That whispers in color's ear. That convinces color to do things that color doesn't normally do for money or honor.

Meaghan Quinn gets a biscuit. A tasty, tasty biscuit.


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It's the glove that gets me. This is the sort of thing that makes people like me, who are unable to even get a face to look properly like a face on paper, shake their heads in befuddlement.

Channing -- I'll lay odds that if you saw the black and white sketch of the glove, there isn't so much as a line indicating where the fold would be. That's entirely dodging and burning and color choice.

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