Several times while my kids were growing up, parents of their friends asked me how my "therapy" was going. Considering myself terminally sane (which is most probably an indication of the opposite), I wondered what they meant. The fog finally cleared when one parent mentioned my "coloring therapy." Apparently, their kids told them that their friend's dad stayed home all day and colored pictures, conjuring in everyone's minds visions of soft walls, clothing sans shoelaces and belts,and broken crayons on the floor.
Trying to explain my job, even to comics fans at conventions, has always been tricky. Saying that I color pictures all day sounds a bit... um.."less than," So I put together a little gallery here to show what the line art looks like as it hits my computer compared with the final color versions.
(Just to justify my existence)
Grab the line in the middle and swipe back and forth to see the comparison on each image.