Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The Ballad of 'Ol Shootin' Jed: Page 15

Here we are, staring Jed down face to face for the first time! Kinda eerie, isn't it? Where is that voice coming from? Does it echo down the barrel? Is it emanating from the chambers? Who is to say? I learned a pretty valuable lesson the other day about leaving things up to the imagination, when I saw the film "Sound of My Voice" for Mother's Day. Now, I know what you're thinking, and yes, I AM blessed to have a mother who has such refined taste in cinema. I am... fully aware of that fact.

So anyway, if you've seen the movie, then you know, and if you haven't then you SHOULD know that the ending is up for all kinds of interpretation. It doesn't have an ending so much as it poses a question to the audience. Now you can't do that to all audiences, because a lot of people don't like to be questioned. They just wanna sit there and have a movie happen TO them, which I totally get (I saw Avengers last week as well. Best free movie I ever saw, thanks Roxy!)
You have to build a story a certain way, in order to successfully leave its ending open for interpretation. If you fail you will leave your audience feeling cheated, if you succeed, you will have every member of the audience leaving the theater in a frenzied, in depth discussion about what they think they just saw. "Sound of My Voice" is one such example of it being pulled off correctly. Go see it, go see it now.

So, summer is bearing down on us like a first year Spanish teacher, and to me that means one thing. Ghost stories. I don't know why, but I simply don't feel it like most peeps seem to in October. Halloween is awesome and all, but for some reason, it's the warm summer nights that really get me in the mood to be scared. Last year, i was all aobut the creepypastas, and there are still tons of those coming out all the time. However, I'm feeling a little nostalgic this year, so I went a'searchin' for some of the old Art Bell "Ghost to Ghost" archives ") I listen to them while I'm falling asleep, and sometimes while I'm drawing. It's getting me back in the mood to do "Abyss" stuff, but at the same time, I am doing my best to not lose track of the work I've been doing on "Brilliant Black Starres".

 To see the most recent work I've done on that, don't forget to "Like" my facebook fanpage :>

Speaking of which... this story is throwing me for a loop in all the weirdest ways. As it turns out there's a lot more to all of this than just... reading about feminism! O_O As I lamented in last week's entry, I've had the luxury of writing within universes I understand up till now. In the end, I'm still just a boy trying to tell a story about girls. There's two things I really REALLY want to avoid, if I can help it. 

1. Pandering
2. Didacticism

When this project first started to take form in my head, my goal was creating a superhero comic about girls who were real, 3 dimensional characters whom readers, men and women alike, could learn from and identify with. A far cry from the current mainstream in super hero chicks who are sad parodies of what the writers seem to imagine women might be like based on some 3rd or 4th hand account of a porn film they deciphered from a scrambled station on their folks' old Magnavox.
It wasn't long until this vauge idea for a story began to morph into my grand plan to change the world with my comics. I was having all these ideas about the messages the story would convey, and how it was gonna CHANGE people... meanwhile I hadn't written a single line of script... I had come up with an effect before a cause had even been dreamed up.
I have rough story ideas so far, but a lot of my preconceived notions about what this story is going to even BE needs to be abandoned. I still have a lot of learning to do, about these characters, and, as cliche as it sounds, about myself as well.

I'm glad I still have Shootin' Jed to work on. Since this stry was written FOR me, it's kinda like a little vacation for me ^_^

One more thing! I'll be at Fanime at the end of this month, my table number is T234. See you there, I hope?

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