Flash Fiction?

How do you name a story that is a sentence and a half long? I really don't know. Anyway, since my introduction is now longer than the story here goes...

He saw the world as a blank book, if he chose to write a tragedy? So be it.

That's it, does it work? I think it does. Anyway, working on a novella, almost done.

Crab Man!

When I started drawing this was going to be a man on a horse. Huh. I'm not exactly sure what happened.

Home eventually

Our flight out of Pusan is delayed, so I figured I should update the too many blogs that I post on. The trip was a lot of fun. There's so many photos to go through right now, it's not even funny. It's just sort of sad. Didn't do too much drawing, as there was a lot to do every day. Here are two doodles though.

The Forest of Twisting Cloth

This began as a shared idea with my friend Emme for a possible installation piece, and the first line sort of floated into my head. It's a fantasy, and my first real return to my favorite form of storytelling in a while, I kind of like it actually.

Game Over Rough Composite

A cram towards the end and I'm done shooting. The composite is rough and very unfinished, but I have other projects to do that take priority so I might not get back to this for some time.

I'm not really happy with how it looks, because the equipment just wasn't very good, but I learned a couple things.

Music:

Kabooom! https://8bc.org/members/DEER/

Inking practice

The Story

"All of this is true, mostly." - Kurt Vonnegut

Chalk Marks

Every morning the names of the dead were found, etched above the door, and we gathered and stared and then silently dispersed. Sometimes, especially early on, a few of us would stay behind crying. In those days we brought offerings of food or flowers, our little sacrifices to unknown gods, a symbol to ward off ill-fortune as much as a gesture of condolence.