Work for an upcoming show(s).
This ‘Tourist’ project has been in development for a LONG TIME. I’m now getting serious about finishing it (something that that eludes most of the projects I start) The immediate task at hand is sifting through the many disparate notes I have on the project, scattered throughout tangible notebooks and digital files buried deeply in my crumbling hard drive (and at the back of my brainpan)
So, short story long, I stumbled upon a passage that resonated:
This is the way it always works. There are two conversations happening at the same time. The vocal, the outright, flesh speaking to flesh. The other sits just beneath, in some sub cutaneous space, for lack of a better term. And that’s just it, there is no other term for it. It hasn’t been “invented” yet. This is still pseudo science, really.
So Bill, or whatever the piggyback calls itself, is talking to us about his sewage build up. Yeah. The pipe that leads from the back of the toilet tank in his —trailer— is obstructed by jutting rocks. Thing of it is, Bill gone and done a stupid thing. A thing not outside the realm of his normal purview of idiocy. He goes and he builds his shit pipe vertical. The laws of gravity don’t apply to this here shit. A sudden image flashes into our mind—Bill stands at the head of a large lecture hall, lab coat imbued, brandishing a shit stained pipe and pointing it at the chalkboard, equations scrawled in chicken scratches—barely legible.
So on the surface, he’s telling us about the problem with his non gravity defying waste. While just below that, the real he and I are gently prodding one another for information about the H.
“Where did it come from?”
“It’s an H that fell on a house—”
“What’s your point?”
“That irony just flew right over your head”
“What are—ohhhh, i get it.”
“…”
” You’re breaking up. I can’t tell if you said that or Bill”
“That’s, yeah, I’ve got to sink down again.”
Still here, still working. 100 Bullets WILL FINISH, I promise. I’m going to amass a long run of entries because my schedule is filling fast. All good things.
art by Sean Gordon Murphy.
Taking a cue from supervillain (Sean Witzke) I’m going to be posting ref. material for a comic project (The Tourist) here on the site, intermittently.
26 x 40 in progress
26 x 40 in progress
New year. The 100 Bullets posts will resume shortly. The one-a-days will make a return once I dust off the drawing table and work out the kinks. Expect some considerations of filmartcomicsmusic from the decade that was as well. It was a blur, everything changed (for me) and that warrants some reflection I reckon.
Be seeing you soon.
