Odds & Ends #2: Paint Night

Hello to the world, I have risen! To sing my song and let you know whats been going on.

My latest creation is a comic short I have been thinking about for a few months now. I’m not sure where the idea came from, or how it developed, but I have finally completed it.

Much of my time spent working on this was on the banks of the Rideau River. A few times I was interrupted by sudden rains and thunder. I hope this is captured at least a little bit by the mostly black-and-white graphics.

James and Jules are characters made exclusively for this production. They are a couple in the image of each other, that is to say that they are complete equals. Opposites may attract, but here the warm closeness of someone near identical to you is explored.

Romance is kind of a funny, fickle thing, and, not being in any entanglements at the moment, I found joy in creating this moment for these characters.

I am happy with how it turned out, although I do not think I will be returning to these characters again. I especially like the fourth panel, and the embarrassment that falls to serenity without shame. It is them alone seeing that moment, the reader privy to a something otherwise left unseen.

I hope you enjoy it.

Until we meet again,

Steffen

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