Good to have the added facts to supplement my meagre knowledge. I don’t know that copying panels without a lot of remuneration is proof of love or devotion, though.
As to your apparent unhappiness with my use of quotation marks, I have to plead that the language doesn’t give us a different typographical way to show that I am summarizing an attitude based on my observations, so I did what people normally do in conversations. I stand by my interpretation: he not only copied poorly (in a slavish way, not unlike what a child would do in trying to copy a piece of work, trying to put every cross-hatch in place while missing the shape of the objects), he lettered terribly and couldn’t even give proper attention to the dots that mattered as much or more than the rest, and he substituted (often) new dialog that was more cliché, and made the art look stupider and lamer.
I’m aware of his brush strokes, which, again, are amusing for a little while but turn into just another shtick.
My ultimate dissatisfaction is that he simply pulled images out of comics and copied them poorly. Or perhaps idiomatically, but not well. I was impressed the first times I saw this, but he did it so often (despite the fact that it was less than a decade), it got old and I began to see more and more to dislike in it. Why couldn’t he think of his own material? It’s like a brief conversation I had with a programmer at a classical radio station, asking why he didn’t play more Claude Bolling. He said he liked the first thing he heard by him, but when he heard more, he thought it was a repetitive trick. It was only later that I realized he continued to program Jacques Loussier, who made a career of doing jazz versions of Bach and other classical composers. I’d have said Loussier was the one-trick ponly, while Bolling at least came up with his own tunes and forms and homages to different idiomatic instrument sounds.
My interest in Pop Art has waned considerably over the years. Warhol’s art never did that much for me, but I still chuckle at the work of PR art that his life became, cynically winking as he pocketed the cash for work he mostly just signed. He was open about it, and I think his shallowness was real. He painted the soup cans because he ate soup every day of his life, and that’s as deep as it got with him. The one Pop artist I still enjoy is Jess, particularly his word-salad collages, and primarily TRICKY CAD. I suppose if I were consistent in my principles, I should renounce his evil works, but he didn’t make a mystery of where he got his material, and he created something otherworldly from it. When he learned that Gould didn’t like what he was doing, he stopped, which I kind of regret.