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History: Unwritten(Work in Progress)

Ambition is a good thing. Only by tackling new challenges can we truly discover where our limits truly lie.

Recently I decided to dive into a new project. My own attempt at a Web Comic.

The entire thing is daunting. Written by me. Drawn by me. Entirely produced by me. Everything lays at my feet.

I am both excited by this endeavour and utterly terrified. One moment I am invigorated by the art and concepts I am bringing to life. The next I worry that I am about to do a tremendous faceplant for all the world to see.

The idea came from a picture I found on social media. The text was simple:

‘What if the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs was an UFO…

And we were the Aliens?’

I will be honest one of the big draws for me is the best chance I will ever have to draw a cowboy dinosaur riding a mastodon. But there is more.

It may be my one chance to create my very own comic. My opportunity to display my own work to all the world.

I am still working out the details on how many installments this story will be told over. My initial thought is using single pieces of art to tell the story of each chapter. That may change. For now I simply have the beginning…

History: Unwritten

‘History, they say, is written by the victors…

History lies.’

 

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The Voice

“The Earth has music for those who listen.” -William Shakespeare

The world sings. The melodies are all around. Coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once.

Do you hear the voice?

We all have a voice. Something that we identify with. Something that is uniquely ours.

We share that with the world even if you do not realize it.

Some find so many different ways to share that voice. For me it has been art, music, writing…all in their own way give me joy.

And I try to share that joy with the world.

But there are times when that voice goes silent. Life gets in the way. Static, distractions they take away the connection to that voice.

There are times I have put down the pencil, the guitar. Times I have locked this keyboard away. In those moments you wonder if you will pick them up again.

Have you changed?

Has that voice stopped talking to you?

The voice is always there. You simply have to let it find you again. It is not always the way it was.

I rarely play the guitar anymore. Time is scarce and my guitar gathers dust in the corner.

The art comes and goes. Pencils, pens, paper…scattered around my home. Sketches and concepts adorn the pages. Pieces waiting for me to finish them. Some have waited far too long.

So I write. And when I am not writing…I write. Stories, columns, thoughts…they multiply in my mind even when I am away from the keyboard. Filling up space until I dust them off to share with the world.

I hear the Voice.

It is screeching and howling.

It is beautiful.

 

 

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