O hey there. To the right, I’ve added a few links to inspirational artists; you should check them out while I’m scrambling to get everything I need to do finished for the semester. It’s been a crazy year, but I’m really happy with the steady progress I’m making.
You might have also noticed the new banner up top. I figured it was time to get something more recent. I hope it doesn’t give people the wrong impression. I’m quite a friendly person. I just have a bit of a fixation with representations of death in the world, since I was a kid really. You have to admit, it’s a fascinating subject. Some cultures portray death as a celebration and continuance of life (like the ancient egyptians), others portray death as cold nothingness where we go to forget (the greeks), and some see death as one point in an endless cycle of rebirths. Some say death is a woman, a man, an angel, a saint, a demon, a god, a gardner (my personal favorite). How do these different portrayals affect the lives of the people within that culture?
My question posed in the short stories, and now short comics, that get posted here, is this: what if we are born with our own personal death? A reflection of ourselves, our antithesis, bound to us from birth to death over the endless cycle of time? If there exists such a thing, we could never know. And how would this thing feel towards its human? Love? Disgust? Hatred? Envy? Pity? Compassion? What then would happen if a person became aware of this facet of themselves? How would their life be altered, not only in their immediate lifetime, but over the course of their entire existence, hopping from one body to the next as each becomes unable to support life…for millenia after millenia?
These are the questions I am trying to answer in these short stories and comics; I hope some of you will find them pleasing.
Pages 2-4 after the jump.
