Some of my early efforts, while innocent at the time, can be viewed today as having somewhat of a suspicious, uh, "subtext". (FIGURE FIVE ăDONâT LEAVE MEä). Batman and Robin often male-bond while shirtless, and many of my female characters feature plunging bustlines sausaged into tiny, skintight outfits. Perhaps it's no wonder that today I can only be sexually excited by a woman pumping iron in a Lone Ranger mask.
Throughout all of my work, I credited myself constantly, even writing "hi, fans!" on a number of pages. Clearly, I was influenced by Stan Lee, and clearly, I was totally demented. I think I actually maintained the weird belief that my creations were being seen by millions.
While having no shortage of creativity, I never really progressed as an artist. My good friend Dan Rhatigan, who also drew comic books, showed me his when we were about 8 or 9 years old. Dan could actually construct proportionate arms and legs, and he had no trouble drawing feet that didn't stick out at a 90 degree angle. My hopes of becoming the next Neal Adams were quickly dashed. Oh well. Dan and I nevertheless joined forces to sell our wares curbside, in an urban nerd's version of the classic lemonade stand. I think the pinnacle of my career came when Mr. Duffy, across the street, stopped by our stand and paid me a quarter to draw a picture of John Denver.
Today, Dan is a graphic designer and I make movies. Neither of us reads comic books anymore.
EDDIE SCHMIDT secretly believes his drawings, exhibited here, could single-handedly rescue Marvel Comics from bankruptcy