- published: 06 May 2013
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The inker (also sometimes credited as the finisher or embellisher) is one of the two line artists in traditional comic book production.
The penciller creates a drawing, the inker outlines, interprets, finalizes, retraces this drawing by using a pen or a brush. Inking was necessary in the traditional printing process as presses could not reproduce pencilled drawings. "Inking" of text is usually handled by another specialist, the letterer, the application of colors by the colorist.
As the last hand in the production chain before the colorist, the inker has the final word on the look of the page, and can help control a story's mood, pace, and readability. A good inker can salvage shaky pencils, while a bad one can obliterate great draftsmanship and/or muddy good storytelling.
While inking can involve tracing pencil lines in a literal sense, it also requires interpreting the pencils, giving proper weight to the lines, correcting mistakes, and making other creative choices. The look of a penciler's final art can vary enormously depending on the inker. A pencil drawing can have an infinite number of shades of grey, depending on the hardness of the graphite and the pressure applied by the artist. By contrast, an ink line generally can be only solid black. Accordingly, the inker has to translate pencil shading into patterns of ink, as for example by using closely spaced parallel lines, feathering, or cross-hatching.
I can't see you mama
But I can hardly wait
Oh, to touch and to feel you mama
Oh, I just can't keep away
In the heat and the steam of the city
Oh, it's got me running and I just can't brake
So say, you'll help me, mama
'Cause its getting so hard, woah
Now I can't keep you mama
But I know you're always there
You listen, you teach me, mama
And I know inside you care
So get down, down here beside me
Oh, you ain't going nowhere
No, I won't hurt you, mama
But its getting so hard, woah
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, argh
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, argh
Can't you see me here, mama?
Mama, mama, mama please
Can't you feel my heart?
Can't you feel my heart?
Can't you feel my heart? Oh
Now listen to me mama, mama
Mama, you're taking away my last chance
Don't take it away
Can't you feel my heart?
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, argh
Now I can't see you mama
But I know you're always there
You taunt, you tease me, mama
But I never, never, never, can keep away, yeah
It's the heat and the steam of the city
Oh, got me running and I just can't brake
So stay don't leave me, mama
'Cause its getting so hard, woah
Don't go, no, no, don't go
No, no, no, no, no, no, don't go
Don't go, don't go
Yeah, don't go, don't go