A couple of face sketches of the girl, one of a dinowolfshark and, on the right, a completely unrelated whatsit.

The girl lived in a former human colony, a city, that had been abandoned. The native flora and fauna had begun reclaiming its territory, turning the land back into a forest. And every forest has predators. These are sketches of one of the native predator species, a pack hunter filling a similar niche to the wolf on Earth.

A more detailed examination of our lost girl’s face.

A naked version of the girl from the unfinished jam comic. There were no naked versions of her in the comic itself. I’ve found that it’s easier to give a character the proper shape and mass if I draw the character without clothes first. The clothes then have a form to go around, to hang upon, to bend with.

I don’t know who the woman in the upper left is. I don’t remember such a character being in the story but I could have forgotten.

Sketches of the bad guys intended for the uncompleted jam comic. The girl is living on an alien world in the decaying ruins of an abandoned human colony. Somehow she was left behind when the humans left. She’s spent at least half her life with only the native fauna for company. She only knows what people look like because she sees photos of them on the building that she passes through. But she no longer thinks of herself as human. So when humans come to reclaim “their” territory; humans bearing weapons and dressed for war, the girl doesn’t see rescuers. She sees a terrible threat.

Prior to putting together the first magazine issue of Glyph we (the 1996 version of Labor of Love) took a stab at doing a jam comic. It was to be wordless story about a young girl marooned on an alien world. These sketches are of the girl. Nizzibet and I roughed out the story, I did layouts and I and some of the other LoL artists were going to jam together to finish the art. Unfortunately the story never got finished. Nizzibet and I, who started the process, didn’t schedule ourselves so that an artists’ jam session really happened. Without the synergy of a group working together the individual artists put in some time and then found other, more personally involving things to do. The unfinished pages now reside in a box somewhere.