This page was actually the bane of my existence this week. It started off when I tried to draw the thing by hand. I was working on it sitting outside of a coffee shop in Denver wishing it weren't so windy so bits of debris would not blow into my Italian soda and onto my paper. But alas, the weather wanted to challenge my drawing that day. Plus all the faces were just not coming out right. I had to redraw a bunch of them. There's this thing that happens when a picture is perfect in your head and you can t seem to get it onto paper. It's something that relates to your eraser and the diminishing number of paper particles as you rub the problem spots away, over, and over, and over again. It becomes a black (well, gray smudged) pit of artistic hopelessness. If your eraser sucks, or your pencil is too dark, or you pressed too hard on the paper in your initial excitement (before you realized you couldn't draw for shit) then the pit will show up after one or two erasures. I think I made it to five or six on some parts of this drawing.
But it gets worse. Once I scanned the line art in for this one and started to coloring process, the images essential fickle nature really came to light. It's possible I spent a good ten hours on this page. The backgrounds didn't want to be colored, the outlines scanned poorly, and needed to be touched up, and the sheer number of various colored areas turned it into a headache of epic proportions. (And also turned on my escapist tendencies, but that's better for another post.)
The moral of this story is: love page #4. Love it with all your heart. The good news is, page #5 is going to be significantly easier and I really like it so far. :D!