Invisibility as a metaphor
Now, my invisible friends, let’s tale a look of who’s who among The Secret Knots readers who played this time. Panel 1 (and final panels too): He’s Shane T, who sent odd pictures so he gets the fate of being our poor main character. Panel 2: David M. Panel 3: Donnaid Sidhe. Panel 4 it’s, uh, Kraig? I really like beaten-up likeness since that old Peter Murphy cover… so I wanted to keep the bruise and put it in context. Sort of. Panel 5 it’s Nausheen, who is the invisible? imaginary? girlfriend of the guy. Panel 6 it’s Moose, who also takes pictures. Panel 7 it’s Marshall B. She has these cool sunglasses though they didn’t make it to the comic. Panel 8 it’s R. Enger, who sent some Wildean poses. Panel 9 it’s Ink tea, or Gunn who has a cat or a cow or maybe both. Hey Ink!
Feel free to tell me if I messed up the names here. Of course I changed hair, clothes and even skin colors for the sake of color palettes. Palettes are first, sorry.
Also, not everyone who sent pictures got drawn in the comic, the response was a little over what could have possibly work, but this isn’t the last time I’m doing this. Thanks to everyone for their interesting photos and looks and kind words.
Now that you have brand new icons for your IM clients, go tell your friends. Or leave a comment!
I’m sad that I’m not in it this time, but it’s beautiful. I’m sad that I’m not in it this time because it’s beautiful.
i am so flattered. lovely piece you created [as usual], i adore it.
He might feel alone, or different from the rest, or with the feeling that there’s something about the others he just can’t get. Or he might be the only visible man in a invisible people world…
Ah! I’m the main character! I never thought I’d make it!
And it’s a very cool one, too. This is so exciting!
aww, he loves his pillow! how darling!
nah … really, you know, sometimes it’s just those simple little messages that help us hang on when we’re feeling lonely. a string of snippet conversations that held impermanently in our mind, revealed in cryptic forms of ‘remember?’ like metaphors – and then we ly there with our memories so dear, wrenching out some meaning in those moments like reminders that we did exist, that we did play a part despite our feelings of isolation … and our existence becomes emanant as the alarm of ‘right now’ belates in it’s simplest way, just have a good day. thank you.
thank you!
its quite amazing, like always 🙂
I realize I’m commenting on this very late indeed, but I’ve just come across your archive and have been reading the comics. I love almost all of them, but this one is probably my favorite, so far. Wonderful.
Well, the archive’s comics are still open to comments and I always appreciate the feedback.
This is so beautiful. And only now I’ve discovered it.