Semiotic Cohesion Comics & Art

If you are in Cape Town (South Africa) next week, (improbable, considering our webstats) you should come check out the Semiotic Cohesion stall at Obzfest. This is the quick poster thing I drew up for the event.

_SEBASTIANX

Synopsis follows!

(Click on the comic for joy!)

This is an almost entirely unaltered conversation that I had with my father. I played the role of funcrusher. My Dad played the role of a beautiful imagination, barely kept in check by a distrustful adherence to human limitations.

I'm a bit wary about the whole charcoal look. I've spent a healthy amount of time meddling with THE BLACK STUFF. I always enjoyed the style of drawing that I adopt with it, and this comic is similar to that style. It is more refined, but less interesting looking than the real stuff.

I am tempted to draw a comic with charcoal in real life.

And in other news: I can't see red. Dear reader, my monitor is sulking and refusing me any rightful passion and I now have a hard time distinguishing what once was red from black. This is also a metaphor.

- Oh you know, Sebastian

Ahem.

I AM EXCITED ABOUT THIS COMIC.

It is going to be great, I promise you this. But I have become irrational and am steered by forces more conniving than those that would usually allow me to write in forms other than poetry. Oh, sweet. Oh, joy.

THIS COMIC.
It speaks of love, which is something I cannot know.
It speaks of me.

It peaks my awareness of the dangers of this world, such as cars and being in close proximity to people.
Mainly Cars.
I hate to convey my emotions in this tacky fashion.
I really do.

But I have become irrational, I apologize, dear reader.

BUT.
I AM EXCITED ABOUT THIS COMIC to the point that the usually good humoured and polite parts of my brain that weigh up the world's risks are overrun with the inflated importance of finishing this comic.

For what if I did not?

Thank you.

- Sebastian, I guess.