The layout for this came in a daydream driving home from work one afternoon. I’m calling it “Float” because I imagine all the bodies weightlessly moving as if they were underwater. They’re all supposed to be the same woman mind you. There’s no strong meaning behind it. It’s honestly up to the viewer to make their own conclusions, if any.
Chester Gould’s Dick Tracy artwork has to be some of the most anatomically incorrect and downright amateur drawings I’ve seen professionally published. Yet there’s a certain charm them.
I decided to reference one of Gould’s flat iconic images and paint it in a traditional sense complete with value and shadow. About 8 hours of painting throughout the week and I ended up with this.
Dick Tracy is one of the earliest comics I’ve ever read. And the main reason I’d dig through my grandfather’s Chicago Tribune every Sunday. The 1990 film, toy line, and Nintendo game hold a special place in my heart even though they’re proven to be nothing special.
The character was cemented as a personal favorite of mine as a high schooler. I e-mailed the Dick Tracy Museum located in Woodstock, Illinois to ask about visiting hours when I received a reply saying that they were in the middle of packing up and closing shop for good. It made me realize how easily your legacy can be swept away no matter how iconic your creation may seem. When I explained my sadness and fandom the Museum sent me a Dick Tracy t-shirt on the house. It was something I’d never forget.
I didn’t want Dick Tracy to be forgotten. So I always try to show my support whenever I can.