I don't know if
Frank Cho has won any
Harvey or
Eisner awards for his work on
Liberty Meadows, but he damn well
deserves one. Sure, sure,
plotwise it's a
standard comic strip, sometimes
brilliantly
hilarious, sometimes
Garfield-dull. That's
beside the point. Cho's
got game, you dig?
Just take any strip that he's drawn. Any single one - artistically speaking, there's not a bad one in the whole lot. Inspect the line. Cho's line is the equivalent of a BMW 750i. Elegance? Check. Power? In spades. Can do almost anything, get you places in supreme style? Just say when. The comic world hasn't seen an artistic talent like this one since Jeff Smith (Bone) or Mike Mignola (Hellboy). And Cho can tie two sable brushes behind his back and still whoop them in a back-alley bar brawl.
And Cho clearly loves the ladies. Or, ladies with pert noses, long manes of pureblack hair, and brick house bodies (36, 24, 36, what a winnin' hand...) but many artists over the past centuries seem to be the same way (Titian, Bougereau, etc.) so I think we can let this slide.