I must have been waiting my whole life for this moment
to be asked by some lady from behind a bar 'So, TRAVELER, wherebouts you from?'
In a small diner in a small firstname town, everyone looking at me with my warpaint and strange clothes as though I walked out of a flying saucer
the crowd whispering under their breaths and making subtle gestures toward me in a frantic muted confusion
Slouching on a bar stool, stylishly propped against the bar gripping a milkshake served in a tin cup and letting the frost roll out from between my fingers in the heat of the day
catching the curious stares of children from behind the discarded shades Id taken from the roadside. My bag on the floor and my stick leaning beside me on a chair
The entire room suspended in anticipation for my response
I did what any Jonas could be expected to do
Stick still looked cool
This is a great style, really digging the colors. Lines are great too. It's just a really well put-together page.
Thumbs up, dude.
PS: Just went through your whole mass of pages... damn... sort of makes my stuff feel a little trivial. Good thing I have the misplaced ego to ignore that.
It's some great stuff. Kudos for the guts to lay your soul bare like this.
I just read every page of this comic. I can honestly say I have never enjoyed reading anything more than this. Fantastic job. You're an individualistic, insane, fantastic person, which makes you one of the best people on the planet.
Thumbs up, dude.
PS: Just went through your whole mass of pages... damn... sort of makes my stuff feel a little trivial. Good thing I have the misplaced ego to ignore that.
It's some great stuff. Kudos for the guts to lay your soul bare like this.
i love your comic and art style :)