Posts Tagged ‘dark’
I don’t know what those things are. Spooks? Vampires? Just his own imagination? You decide — you’re the reader. If it doesn’t say what it’s supposed to, there’s no use my ‘splaining.
This has a very woodcut look. You could almost vector this page.
I don’t need to — I can draw those curves. and straight lines. Freehand. And not worry about just how prissy they look.
I was learning vector, but when I trolled for good designs there were all these people screaming for them. I’m like…. is it really still at the rubylith level? Guess so….
This thing gets more and more woodcut.
Because he’s going back into the woods? And the spirits? Or whatever those are.
You tell me.
This happened to me the other night, walking out of a lit bathroom into a dark bedroom.
The scene refers to the Embarcadero torture museum in San Francisco, where the mad person who built it takes advantage of the sudden dark between exhibits. You have to leave the lit room of horror and go into an utterly dark tunnel. And that thing is really too lovingly detailed — and too accurate — and too psychologically aware. I hope whoever did that got his rocks off on the exhibit, and didn’t practice anywhere in reality, which is what really scared me half to death. The thing acts and looks like it as put together by a mad student of anatomy and psychology who stumbled upon a cache of ancient instruments.
One of my favorite pages for layout.
This original was sold a long time ago. For a quite reasonable price.
A smart fan bought all of the very popular issue #25, Beautiful, for a mere $3000. It included the cover art, with the freaky long-tailed pool vampire thingies.
If my agent (and webguy) has his way, these things are going to be a lot more pricey in the future.
You knew it was coming.
Being an enthusiast myself, I’ve run into too many pissed-off Peaches, in situations if not actually personified. Raised by wolves — or isolated weirdies — I view the world as the Devil might: not quite human, not quite understanding what makes people tick, assuming their hearts and minds are all as dark as mine, with the same nasty, harsh sense of humor and inward-twisted ulterior motives.
I’ve also got the Irish in me — nobody with Irish can resist a practical joke, the ultimate get-off-the-hook chance to manipulate the humans around me. If I can get the opportunity to make my characters use each other — the ultimate manipulation of the human heart, if only on paper — how can I resist?
Yes, I believe in aliens. I’m hardly human, myself.