The image in the first panel, taken from one of the first appearances of Sgt Rock, took most of my birthday last summer to draw. I found myself easily slipping into Kubert’s deep pools of ink, dredging up emotions from the first time I saw them. The way certain artists make lines has not only expressive but deep, spiritual qualities that I think lie beyond what Lacan called “the symbolic order”–the language we use to make sense of reality. That’s what makes art so powerful–it circumvents words to impact our psychic-mythic core. That’s what makes it dangerous too–when the sentiments it expresses are in the service of death and destruction.