Miniature Supercomputer.

The Wickedest Man in San Papel.

The New Ailment.

Radiant Jon.

Spider-Man, Hero to Japan.

Sweet Toth.

Alex Toth is a highly regarded name among certain circles of American cartoonists. In the age of American comic books in which he worked, one's style was determined by balancing the scales of how well one could draw and how fast one could draw. Given the quality of his work and the speed at which he produced it, both exceptional by the standards of his peers in the field, Toth was for many the man who had it all, and has been praised, envied, and worshipped across the decades. In light of Toth's gilded legacy, it was comforting for me to discover today that he apparently hated everything that he drew, that he couldn't buy his own hype, considerable as it was.

By chance, I became possessed by the wild hare to draw my portrait with a brush pen, taking a page from Toth's playbook. I don't think this drawing is in itself good, but, in the tradition of Toth, it looks great relative to the time and effort I invested in it.