Oh I would love that! I fell in love with your work when I read your first Torundel shitpost, and to engage (peripherally) was swell.
I've tried and failed to rewrite the last stanza on my Pre-Prom Poem. I think the solution might lie in putting a mention of my future earlier in the poem, so that the ending can remain as simple as it originally was. I'm still cogitating! Which can often take me a very long time.
Going back to an old work is often a tricky business, but I do so myself far too often. The Danish painter Asger Jorn was notorious for going back to his car to get paint and brushes and then repaint paintings if he was in a house where people owned one of his works. I am sure you know what to do...
I will do some easier posts I have planned, some freewriting and such. Making a new work every day eats my brain away. So I will see if I can squeeze something in. Just replying on social media has been hard for me this last week.
That sounds like torture, needing to alter old work whenever one sees it.
I finally started your book last night. I have to admit, whenever I tried to read something like it before, I skipped over it and didn't see the point. Yours is very different for me. Maybe it's because I already know the value of your work from what I have seen of it here so I am treating it more respectfully.
I read closely, make connections, look long at your drawings, and love the story. Boris! Trump! May! Gods! Demons! Phill! Love them all. It's a very rich story. I have a new appreciation for this art form. Thanks!
I am so happy to hear that. Comics are so many different things, but all too often they follow strict conventions, especially in the American tradition, so I do understand that you might have been put off.
As for the poor man Asger Jorn, I guess that the never ending reworks of his abstract expressionist paintings was part of the late modernist movements realisation that things never really end and that the definitive form of an artwork is somewhat a self-induced myth. The most famous example of his restless way of working is the painting, Stalingrad. When you see it today in his museum in Silkeborg on Denmark, it is mainly white, but underneath all the whitewashes you can glimpse a very colourful painting. He worked on it for years and his last corrections was probably not meant to be the last. It always reminds me of the short story by Balzac about the unknown masterpiece.
Ah! His paintings moved! OMG I love this idea. I feel the motion in this one, IT FEELS UNFINISHED. WOW! That is some concept.
He is a fascinating artist :)
As are you. I'm on my second read through of your book. I am learning how to appreciate an entirely new (for me) art form, one I had dismissed before now. WOW. You do your research don't you? And now I am doing it as well, just to fully appreciate your work. So good.
I am truly happy that you enjoy it so much. I do make a lot of research, it is part of how I get into the universe. A thing that occupies me a lot is to keep a balance between the many aspects of the story - i.e. to have the humour, the whimsical byroads in the storyline, the suspense, the character backstories and the drama mix somewhat seamlessly and without having one thing destroying one of the others (just like I see in many films and TV-shows these days where fine characterisation is suddenly destroyed by something the writer found would be a funny or exciting development). I think that making the world real helps me keeping that balance, and as Phill exist in out world I do research it very thoroughly. In a fantasy world like Torundel I have to go back and see what I invented myself, but here I use books, the internet and my memory to make things real.
And thank you again. It really makes me happy that I get so much positive feedback on this.