i have this bad habit of starting to draw little stories and books. and then never finishing them. one of my 2013 goals is to actually finish one. i have a specific idea all mapped out.
but here are some pages from a long abandoned story. there are a lot of pages missing because i never drew them. but at one point the radish started to grow. 
somewhere where the trees are crying.
children sleep in graves and the swamp is growing 4 meters a day.
hidden under moss and mist is a beast from the beginning of recorded time.
he shuffles between the weeping trees and writes a new epitaph for each rock he passes. feasting on moon shine to a cicada soundtrack he wonders, ‘how much longer will it be’.
the children come out of their graves to dance around him, singing voodoo songs in his ears.
how much longer and 12 meters more.
the swamp comes up to meet him and pushes him through tree tears and black magic melodies. floating him out to sea under the paper moon and firefly stars.
‘away we go’ hums the beast.
far away he goes.
when you live in war fields it’s rare to see anyone with all four limbs intact. most of your friends are ghosts and even then: ghosts don’t make good friends. you hover around lamps to collect dinner moths and roll them up in old newspaper. late at night when your mouth is full of moth wings and cotton you hear the war bugles. underneath the floor boards are your fallout bedrooms and your battle cry bedtime stories. the next morning you go to the surgeons tent to look for a new shoe or if you are lucky a glove. you meet the new ghost of an old acquaintance and together you walk the war fields.
i’m thinking about beginning to post some of the stories i write here as well. they are very short, probably more of a poem than a story. but i like writing them.
is this only an illustration blog? or would you like to read some written words as well?
i’m working on a little series of illustrations to a story i wrote. here is a sneak peak! the third page:
because I’m a crazy person. or just one of those people who hates everything they do. i’m starting over A Sad Day for Kites completely. I think this round will be the right one. here are a few sample pages that I’ve been playing around with.
( A Sad Day for Kites is a collection of short short stories that I made and self published back in college. all based on the tiny stories a great friend wrote for me. i’ve been itching to update it.)
here is the end of a little honky tonk swamp tale. it all ends happily.
i’m not sure if i am done with it. but i might be. we shall see.
5 am and no sleep yet.
13 pints of grain alcohol combined with half a table spoon of novocain. the morning news is played in the note of G while the anti-caffeine is served in test tubes.
12 hours in the past the season ended and there was a 90% chance of rain.
23.5 squirrels stopped the assembly line and started the toxic decent into hibernation.
7:15 am and half the population is down.
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