[ID: Two panel ink comic of a man in a lecture hall presenting to a mostly empty room, where the first panel reads "[absolutely bonkers physics rambling]" and in the second, he says "It's like that movie when you go back in time and kill your own grandmother."]
it's been a month so I've accepted defeat on ever finishing my hourly comic day but this tidbit was on my mind recently
[Short ID: A twelve page comic about theatre and temporary/lasting friendships, featuring colorful painted silhouettes of people against detailed ballpoint pen backgrounds. Longer description under the read more.]
I finished this barely days before the pandemic hit at approximately 6am after eating exclusively salt packets
Detailed image description:
Page 1: A mustard colored silhouette enters a brick building, walking by a bulletin board where a cast list has been pinned.Â
Narration text reads, âAnyone involved in theatre has heard the word âephemeralâ tossed around like a given. Theatre is an art that exists for a short period of time, and once the curtain falls on closing night, itâs over. Of course, the script is fixed, and the same show can be put on hundreds of times -â
Page 2: âBut itâll never be quite the same,â finishes the narration.Â
A group of silhouettes, each one a single solid color, sit around a room. We are shown the set of a play - a cluttered bar - along with a few groupings of the silhouettes in character.Â
Over it all, a purple silhouette says, âSo hereâs my capital V vision for the show: Youâre all childhood friends, reconnecting in a bar after a while apart, when one of you asks, âHey, does anyone remember that game we used to play as kids about orphans and sailors and pirates and starcatchers?ââ
Page 3: The purple silhouette continues, âSo yes, this show is about Peter Pan and Captain Hook and all the other characters we know and love, but itâs also about you - a group of friends being kids together for a while, remembering that story and remembering each other.âÂ
The first two panels show the purple silhouette talking, and the latter two depict the rest of the silhouettes goofing off as a group and singing, âTonight!â while playing instruments and raising bottles joyously.
Page 4: Narration across multiple panels reads, âI didnât know what to expect, coming into the theatre department for the first time. I certainly didnât go into the rehearsal process with the explicit intent to make friends. But I think itâs impossible to spend upwards of sixteen hours a week with people and not become close.âÂ
First panel shows the mustard silhouette at a piano, saying, âUh...letâs just start learning the shanty and see how it goes?âÂ
Second panel has a mauve silhouette ask, âCan we get those âahhsâ like...one more time? Maybe two,â as everyone crowds around a piano on set.Â
The third panel shows everyone singing together, âVino bianco trebbiano!â in triumphant poses.
Page 5: Multiple panels show the set and various spoons hidden throughout, two held by a red silhouette and the rest leaning in different locations. The final panel shows the purple silhouette sitting in the audience, and they say over the rest of the panels: âSo [red] has the musical spoons, and then theres the small spoon, the medium spoon, the large spoon, and the giant spoon.â
An offscreen voice asks, â...Please tell me thatâs all.â
âYouâll never guess what the tiara is made out of,â continues the purple silhouette.
âIs it spoons?â
â...Yes.â
Narration text starts and continues to the next page:Â âFrom collecting inside jokes -â
Page 6:Â âTo catching each other, and learning to fall ourselves.â
In the first two panels, a green figure stands atop a chest on set, falls backwards and is caught by five others.
The second panel shows six people holding each othersâ wrists, ready for a basket catch. Unlabelled voices say, âEveryone safe? Everyone ready? Yeah.â
The third panel is two silhouettes leaning back against each other while sitting on the floor.
Page 7: Narration for the page reads, âItâs hard to do a play about found family without finding a bit of family along the way. But sometimes, at the end of rehearsals -â
In the audience section of the theatre, a dark blue silhouette at a table says, âThatâs 10pm, everyone.â
As people pack up to leave, a yellow silhouette says, âWait for [orange]! Letâs walk back together.âÂ
âI wanna stop and see the shrimp!â says a brown silhouette.
A group of six walk into a different building and look at an aquarium tank built into a wall.
âI guess itâs not technically a crab room, per se,â says a red silhouette.
The mustard one continues, âBut it is a room for crabs!â
âDonât they look like aliens?â asks the brown silhouette.
Page 8: In the same spot, the brown silhouette says, âHey I think that oneâs dead.â
âWhere?â asks the mustard one.
âThat one!â says a pink silhouette, pointing.
The next panel is a birdâs eye view of a path splitting in different directions amid grass, buildings, trees, and a pond. The red silhouette continues in one direction, the other five in the other. All of them say, âGoodnight!â
Narration finishes from previous page, âI think about how the end of the show is coming up fast, and how the end of college seems to be coming up even faster.â
Page 9: The purple silhouette asks, âSo...what does goodbye mean to your characters? Especially the friends in the bar?â
Over several panels showing various scenes of the silhouettes interacting with each other, the mustard one answers, âItâs definitely a little bittersweet. Youâre happy that you got to see people you loved, and you fall back in with them so easily, but you only know them as who they were the last time you saw them.
âThatâs not who they are, though. Theyâve done a whole lot of growing while you were away.â
Page 10: Over more scenes of holding hands, hugging, and standing together, they continue, âSo you say goodbye, knowing you wonât see this version of your friends ever again, but also knowing that once they leave you, theyâll grow so much more.â
The last panel zooms out to see the full set and the edges of the rows of audience chairs, all the silhouettes tiny in the middle of the clutter.
Page 11: The first panel shows the silhouettes all together against the set.
âGuys, this is gonna be one awfully big adventure,â says the green one.
âYou said it!â remarks a bright blue silhouette.
A teal one says, âAlright!â
The next three panels zoom in on hands and feet as they help the green silhouette to climb up on other people. The background fades away, and disembodied voices say:Â âReady? Ready. Set? Set.â
Over the page, narration says, âI honestly donât know how many of these people Iâll see again once school is over. I hope that number is nonzero. But even though theatre may be ephemeral, the lessons we learn from each other can last a lifetime.â
The last bit of dialogue from a disembodied voice says, âGo.â
Page 12: The green silhouette stands on two othersâ knees, supported and surrounded by the remaining silhouettes, crowing like a rooster. The rest of the page is blank white, a stark contrast to the cluttered backgrounds of the rest of the comic.
[ID: First image is eleven half-spheres, painted to look like the sun, moon, eight planets, and Pluto against a black background. The second two images are the flat sides of two of the hemispheres, the sun and Mercury, which have writing that spirals into their associated alchemical signs in the center.
Writing for the sun: We glow. The light in our eyes and hearts is undiminishable. It burns hot and bright, and will continue to do so for longer than life. We shine, a radiance reflected off of those nearby, and we learn how to warm ourselves and others. A churning sea of hot plasma and tangled magnetic field lines fling flares and hope far out into the emptiness. Unimaginable pressure is turned into something to guide, to inspire, to illuminate. We have found a way to turn the living consumption of ourselves into light and life. Against the darkness, we glow.
For Mercury:Â We remember. With no wind and water, nothing slowly erodes cracks and craters. A record of the past is found in gray dust skin, millions of years of impacts and fractures tattooed across the surface. What is it like, to know your past completely and wholly? To have every hurt, every moment embedded so strongly that it cannot be erased? We face fresh collisions in the empty cavities of ones carved ages ago. We learn and understand, new experiences mingling with old until everything is a blur of hollow and ridge. With every bit of us, we remember.]
Going back through old art I never got around to putting up here and discovered this artistâs book called âatlasâ I made for a class years ago - itâs a pity you canât touch things through the internet, but I can confirm theyâre nice to hold!
(rest of the objects under the cut)
Venus: We rebuild. First, we are shattered. Fragile cloud cover is nothing against blows dealt from all sides, the overwhelming crush and clang of rock against rock. With each new collision, it seems like all the world has stopped, ended here among a torn surface pockmarked with craters and hurt. And yet - time goes on. Tectonic plates rumble under the scar-strewn crust. Volcanoes spew forth healing salve, and new lava covers old craters We are remade over and over, healing old wounds and moving forward. It is not quick, and it is not easy. But when all seems lost, we rebuild.
Earth: We shelter. In this first and only home weâve ever known, we find safety. We are raised by others around us, planted in soil made of the tiniest bits of this place. It is easy to forget what that means, and how that feels - to be connected, alone in the universe. It is easy to forget the traces we leave behind in litter, in footsteps, in stones, in each other. Weâve built skyscrapers and lives grounded in the dirt beneath our feet, roots tunneling so deep in this chunk of rock that somehow, we feel safe, home. Above everything, we shelter.
Moon: We orbit. We are seen and re-seen and close enough to touch. Did you know that the moon gets an inch and a half further from us each year? That it is slowly drifting off, and will one day leave us entirely? For now, we watch as it grows and shrinks and changes, experience its pull on our oceans and our lives. We reach out, connect, all the while watching the moon circle and dance. We have learned each other so well, known each other so long. We were present at each otherâs birth - part of each otherâs birth. And one day, we will drift apart. For now, though, we orbit.
Mars: We grow. Life arises in the most unexpected of places - through the cracks in concrete, in pitch-dark caves, at the bottoms of oceans. What determines where it grows? Is there a special formula - a handful of hope, a pinch of freedom, a bit of love, and a spark, to set it all going? Life exists everywhere, both where we have found it and where we have yet to discover it - something so rare and yet something so common, that perseveres through conditions we never thought possible. Life, in some form, goes on and on, and we will always find it. Even through hardship, we grow.
Jupiter: We triumph. What do we know of greatness? How do we define it, determine it, measure ourselves up against it? Success is often quantified by magnitude - by the number of people reached, by how far a message spreads, by how large a profit is earned. Is that the right way to see it? We are constantly achieving little victories. We change lives in the tiniest of ways, and looking to the largest of accomplishments only blinds us to quieter greatness. It is not necessary to become significant - only to do significant acts. When we try at all, we triumph.
Saturn: We redefine. With rings stripped away, Saturn is unrecognizable to most. What are we known by? It is easy to find the boldest, brightest thing about us and cling to it - this is me, this is who I am. What are we reduced to? Draw an outline, with one identifying feature, and suddenly we appear. Do we choose that? Can we choose that? Our sense of self is often firm, and may not have originally been fully our own, but it is not fixed. Yes, Saturn has rings - but few know it also has hexagonal poles that remain unique and unexplained to this day. When the time feels right, we redefine.
Uranus: We re-emerge. It is much easier to see the world as a place of worry and fear when all the brightness has been stripped away. Parts of Uranus see 42 years of constant darkness, stuck in inescapable bone-chilling shadow. With the only source of light so far away, hope seems impossible to grasp. Yet - the sun returns, eventually. It lights up the sky for the same never-ending stretch of time, illuminating all that the dark has made unbearable. It makes it possible for us to breathe and see and smile, and feel the warmth of light after darkness. After what feels like the longest night, we re-emerge.
Neptune: We connect. Distance may be an obstacle, but it is possible to feel the warmth of a distant sun, to be content with a close moment once every century and a half. It certainly isnât effortless, but it is possible. Separation hurts and excludes and prevents but it is more an emotion than a physical reality. We make do with what we can. We send probes, pictures, anything that can cross the billions of miles between us. We learn about each other and search for something to make us feel close. Despite the distance, we connect.
Pluto: We belong. It is hard to recognize exactly where our place is. We push ourselves to find it, to fit in, to follow as quickly as possible. When most of the criteria is met, we check off the box and label ourselves, hoping the rough fit around the edges goes unnoticed. It is simple to find that box and stay there, crushed up against the cardboard walls, even if something about it doesnât feel quite right. Instead, we must push ourselves to find a new space, a new label, one to fully claim and fully feel and fully enjoy. When we finally find it, we belong.
[ID: A digital oil painting of Captain Ptolemy done in the style of the Disco Elysium portraits. He is a bald white man looking sideways, and he stands out against a blue background.]
I needed a portrait for Captain Pryce for...reasons...and there wasnât one, so...
[ID: A jumbled collection of overlapping drawings on graph paper, including a full body sketch of Harry Du Bois from Disco Elysium in pencil, a labelled diagram of a phasmid in red pen, and a labelled diagram of a may bell in blue pen. Harry is offering a cigarette to someone, and he wears his signature disheveled outfit. Over the top in barely legible yellow highlighter are the words âBlink. (Quick)â in one corner and âInstead of air, you exhale thoughts. There are no trees that eat thoughts.â in the other.]
this is an accurate representation of my brain any time I think about the end of this game
[ID: A digital painting of a bust of Kim Kitsuragi from Disco Elysium done in oranges, yellows, and purples. He is looking at the viewer and has a yellow motorics thought bubble ring around his head.]
[ID: Four digital drawings of Abed Nadir from Community done mostly in black and white, with some accents of color. Each one is a bust referencing a different episode.]
[ID: A rough digital painting of Data from Star Trek: The Next Generation in yellows and purples. His fingers are stuck in a finger trap and he looks up off screen.]
[ID: Many stills from âHow To Train Your Dragonâ broken down by composition, with a copied sketch in red beside each one.]
Iâve decided to enter into my ~learning how to actually do art~ phase and I feel like posting results even when theyâre not intended to be Good will force me to keep going
[ID: A digital painting in monochrome green of Brad and others from Mythic Quest, referencing a screenshot of the scene in the episode âEverlightâ where he readies a sword for battle.]
[ID: A digital drawing of Orion and Asterin from Hubrisâs âTo Stardust And Back.â Orion, a white person with a blue undercut, is wearing a utility vest, jeans, sneakers, and jewelry. They sit atop a piece of machinery talking to Asterin, who is depicted as a bust in a green speech bubble with long multicolored hair and gray skin.]
Who are these mysterious characters????? keep an eye on the hubris podcast feed in the coming months....
[ID: Three digital drawings of busts of characters from The Sea Beast done in sketchy pencil and basic watercolor. The first is of Sarah Sharpe, the second of Captain Crow, and the third of Jacob Holland.]
[ID: A digital drawing in color of Tam from More a Haunting than a History by E. Jade Lomax. They are tall and thin with dark skin and buzzed hair and wear a long blue coat, orange flannel shirt, off-white slacks, and brown dress shoes. They are looking backwards and reaching back with one hand while the other holds onto their messenger bag.]
sometimes you meet a character and Immediately know youâre gonna spend the rest of your life doing magic science with them
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