It pains me to say this, but please, don't listen to a word this charlatan has to say.
This canny "Jamie Grant" persona being perpetuated on internet forums and in children's picture books is nothing but a colossal lie. The real "Jamie" is a brutal taskmaster known only as X, who tanks about his so-called "studio" (which in reality is the dingy and moist control room of a mob-run taxi rank) in costume that's part-burlesque showgirl, part-Schutzstaffel.
The real colouring is handled by banks of malnourished ginger monkeys who are forced to work in Photoshop Ver. 0.-1 by imputting colour values pixel-by-pixel in hexidecimal code. With a fork. The only way they manage to keep inside the lines is through negative reinforcement, under the threat of ritualistic treppanning with a rusty drill, during one of Jamie's many opium-fuelled orgies.
There is profound meaning behind those colours.
God, I wish there wasn't.
As for Frank Quitely? Ha!
Try a twelve-inch severed penis, preserved in formaldehyde and busted from the Glasgow University Museum of Anatomy every month, in much the same way as Murdoch from "The A-Team". Those clean lines and that sublime use of negative space are not the product of the steady hand of a master craftsman, they're the happy accident of a 0.5 Technical Pencil jammed into "Frank's" urethra, in conjunction with a half-hourly main-vein injection of 1000cc of adrenaline cut with half the GNP of Columbia.
The real truth about Grant Morrison..... the truth as it has stood for almost two years now.... is almost too horrible to even foreshadow. Suffice to say, those that have gazed upon the ruin that now resides behind those wrap-around shades then submit to Jamie willingly, and are never heard from again.
Please, for the love of God drop this comic now and never look back. It's too late for many, but you still have a chance! |
