about a year after it was published in print, this is now my full 6 page submission from the Sequential Arts Workshop anthology Rhythms. I wanted to post the whole thing sooner but then just kept forgetting, and then now that enough time has passed it makes me sad to look at this. I'm amazed that I got it done in time to turn it in but what this comic represents is why I was struggling so much in the first place to finish it at all. The burnout hit me hard and there was a time when I thought I seriously was never going to draw again.
I remember one night early on into being a fiduciary I was crying in bed to Alice about how I felt like a stranger to myself. I never got used to the commute, the schedule, trying to fit school in. people say you make time for your hobbies but there was no time and I was not sleeping. The only reason I finally got an idea for the final at all is because I had a dream about a shadowy ghost in my room, and then over time morphed it into a shadow work project.
I do have a little follow up comic idea for this now that I'm actually drawing again. In the mean time, this is one of the most personal things I've drawn. It's rooted in a bad time in my life and there was a lot of pain and uncertainty that went into it despite it's simplicity.
