Pretty much every move I’ve ever made in comics since age 25 has been inspired by the 70-year-olds I saw in comic con Artist Alleys, cranking out sketches of characters they created but don’t own, to pay their doctor bills and nursing home fees.
I rememeber meeting a shakey Jerry Robinson at NYCC, stuck in the far corner of artists alley with a thermos & sandwich at a small table.
I went over to the DC booth ( which had a megasize Joker film banner) and asked why they weren't looking after him. 'He doesn't work us' Fuck these companies.