Back from the weekend lull, there were Saturday
strips, in case you missed them.
Although it ends up playing around with the visual geography of the scene, I flipped that first panel at the inking stage for lettering reasons, so I do actually give it some thought despite all appearances and evidence to the contrary. See also: no backgrounds, a decision made to keep the foreground art uncluttered even though I always bitch at those who choose not to draw backgrounds. I'm discovering that sometimes less is more, or at least that most things are a subjective experience, which was a lesson probably begun about 30 minutes into watching The Hangover
and finding it about as funny as watching a dying child being kicked out of their wheelchair.
Elsewhere, True Detective
wraps up its first season and I shan't spoiler anything here in case you're still catching up, but I liked how it continued to swerve between genres before arriving at its destination. A great slice of gothic Americana with the odd hint of Lovecraft thrown in.
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