With my general obsession over the linework of Chris Ware and Daniel Clowes, it’s odd that I’ve never mentioned Adrian Tomine here before. He can easily be placed alongside those two giants in the halls of crisp, clean, and amazing lines. His style is a little more like Clowes, in that it tends to be more realistic, but Tomine’s compositions are usually more complicated, like Ware’s, and makes my eyes bug out till they water. If you’ve read the New Yorker, chances are good that you’ve seen his work at least once, because he’s been their cover artist more times than I’ve passed out drunk on the floor. Trust me, it’s a lot. But familiar or not, there’s no doubt that you’ll respect and idolize his talent. You know you want to respect and idolize it. Give in to those desires.
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