So, I'm one of those slow, word-by-word readers, and as much as I enjoy a good fantasy/sci-fi novel, I find I don't have the time to graze the page like I used to. Hence, comics have always been more my cup of tea. A sexy triumvirate of electric static images, smart narrative and crackling dialogue is my reading heaven.
The stairway to all of it began kind of like this ... Sometime back in the late 80s a high school buddy of mine produced a copy of a 2000 AD comic from his bag and said: "Bro - check out this fulla's artwork". The artist was Simon Bisley, who was working on a serial called ABC Warriors.
Beneath the action, chrome, hot babes and muscles of the narrative and art, was this underlying political subversion, like a big "f*** you" to society, and all the above hugely appealed to teenage me. My heroes were rebels, outcasts and fringe-dwellers. My mother seemed content to fuel this new passion, giving me $2 a week for the latest 2000 AD - I think she was just super-happy that I was actually reading anything on a regular basis.
While ravenously consuming Bisley's work, other artists came to my attention. Dave D'Antiquis (Brigand Doom), James Hewlett (Tank Girl) and Kiwi genius, lost too soon, Martin "Marty" Emond (White Trash).
As I hit my 20s, my taste in comics evolved, it was writers who appealed to me more than the artists: legendary British scribes like Alan Moore (The Watchmen, Promethea), Garth Ennis (Preacher, Bloody Mary) and James Robinson (Starman, Golden Age).