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Aloysius wouldn't approve of that at all, would you, you pompous old bear?
My graphic novel is finally done! Here’s some finished pages from the book. I’ll post more pages this week and eventually put up some copies for sale in my store. I’m reasonably happy with the end result. I now realise why illustrators don’t often paint entire comics in watercolour. It takes a really freaking long time. Hence the final artwork remaining in black and white, which I feel worked out quite well in the end.
Now this project is (almost) out of the way I can get back to individual pieces again and start working towards a group show we’re having in Auckland in January. The exhibition will include work from my friends Henry Christian-Slane, Adam Tan, Alex Martin and Nick Blazey and will be amazing. Anyway thanks for being patient with me!
Oh great, good to know this has been a problem for HUNDREDS OF YEARS CAN WE PLEASE STOP DOING THIS ALREADY JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE.
Everyone is overlooking something very significant in this picture, that I saw in two seconds, that adds a layer of super slime to his whole awful attitude. “The Irritating Gentleman” is a politeness.
She’s wearing all black in 1874. Black gloves, hat, cloak, and dress. In public. The whole nine yards. That’s not a fashion choice or a gothic thing. Back then when people wore all black like that, they were in mourning for someone who died. No one did mourning like the Victorians, that shit was an art form to them.
Someone in her family has died—she could even be a young widow. No one’s accompanying her either. With the carpet bag? She’s traveling alone while still in deep mourning. Look at the closeup. She’s got tears in her eyes. She is upset, devastated in a way that one is only when someone has died. And the guy’s still bothering her, like her problems are flippant bullshit and she needs to just smile or pay attention to him because ladies are supposed to be pleasing for men no matter what shit they’re going through. That’s not a look of “what an ass.” That’s a look of devastation that even in her pain, she’s expected to give people like him focus. She’s not mad. She’s hurt. And to add insult to injury? Everyone would be able to tell. It was a clear sign and still is in ways that someone is mourning, to dress in black crepe like that. He would know why she’s wearing all black, and he’s still demanding her attention.
What an insufferable dick.
(Source: fleurdulys)
