This was the page where the rubber met the road and I actually had to deal with the technicalities of exactly how a person rides a moa with a Western or stock saddle. At the end of this rereading I will share some of my photo references, which were useful but not always 100% relevant– moas are of course extinct, and most people who ride the much smaller ostriches use the lighter and smaller English saddle. Western tack is not designed for use on a bipedal animal and it was hard to adapt it to the rider’s leg forward position needed to allow the great bird her freedom of movement. This is the sort of thing a cartoonist who draws this kind of comic has to deal with–I sometimes wonder whether I would be happier drawing slice of life stories where everyone rides around in cars and drinks coffee all day, but then it is Moab and she is so worth it.
It’s good to see that Jack has gotten over his little moment of attitude from the earlier page and is just going with the flow and enjoying his chance to interact with a tame moa. His head may be a little large here. Drawing Jack in profile continues to be a problem for me and when I get it right I tend to worry less about scale and proportion than I should.
There isn’t a ton of lettering on this page, and that of the easiest kind– a single speech by one character– and yet you notice will notice that I (A) made a large mistake, and (B) never caught it. That means it got through pencils, inks, erasing and corrections, scanning and further corrections, layout, proofing and final corrections, and turning the final scans into jpegs for sharing on the blog, to land here, uncorrected, as an example to us all.
An example of what, I am not sure.