Coming Soon...Ish...Sorta
Optimism
Right...so my mind's spewed up another glob of comic-plot-ness. Very much inspired by "Firefly" (that series should NEVER have been canceled) And so I pick up my trusty blue pencil today and I realise...I really need to get in more drawing practice. I used to be halfway decent. Now I'm just utter crap.
But I would really love to get this comic up and out there on the web. Hopefully doing some sketching everyday will improve my skillz (Psft! What skills?) Of course, I could ask my little brother to bring my story to life...but I don't think he'd do it. Bah...
Anyways, yeah. So expect to see some attempts at being all "pro comic artist" up here some time soon. Maybe
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'I would have liked to encounter one, crossing a wood. Otherwise what's the pleasure of crossing a wood?...it grieves me to think this unicorn doesn't exist, or never existed, or cannot exist one day.' - Adso, Umberto Eco's 'The Name of the Rose'
cheers.
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When a man loses what is precious to him, he becomes fearless
for he has nothing to lose. –ES- --:-{-@
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'I would have liked to encounter one, crossing a wood. Otherwise what's the pleasure of crossing a wood?...it grieves me to think this unicorn doesn't exist, or never existed, or cannot exist one day.' - Adso, Umberto Eco's 'The Name of the Rose'
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How deep the Rabbit-hole?
"Why can't they have gay people in the army? Personally, I think they are just afraid of a thousand guys with M16s going, "Who'd you call a faggot!?"" ~John Stewart
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'I would have liked to encounter one, crossing a wood. Otherwise what's the pleasure of crossing a wood?...it grieves me to think this unicorn doesn't exist, or never existed, or cannot exist one day.' - Adso, Umberto Eco's 'The Name of the Rose'
I really enjoyed your gallery and think you should truly continue with what it is your passionate in.
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poetry is one of the few things that untangles the ropes that bind us
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'I would have liked to encounter one, crossing a wood. Otherwise what's the pleasure of crossing a wood?...it grieves me to think this unicorn doesn't exist, or never existed, or cannot exist one day.' - Adso, Umberto Eco's 'The Name of the Rose'
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