I don't have any fully finished pages up right now, I have some pencils but I don't want to post those until I finish the inks. So here I've decided to post an excerpt from a much later issue. It's a sort of poetic narrative. Of course if I can get this thing published then I'll probably remove this post.
I don't want any spoilers lingering around... not that this really has any.
"There are times,
where I wish I could go back to the days, when my wonder
and my curiosity still stood a chance.
It's been 40 years,
all I have left are dreams and "what could have beens."
I sometimes question my place on this planet,
is this is really where I'm supposed to be?
I dream that among the stars there is somewhere,
absent of war, of terror..
where my existence can feel meaningful,
Where I can live free.
People accuse me of being intelligent,
yet I'm plagued with the same damning questions and thoughts
as any human being..
I am alone.. lurking against the history of a forgotten timeline,
yearning to cling onto something truly beautiful
... something pure, that will bring hope..
the type of hope that can clarify that this has been worth it.
...I'm just a god damned dreamer.
A suburban child grown up with too much attention.
I've been blamed,
I've been praised.
and I swallow it,
and absorb it..
and I wait,
decade after decade..
for an answer."
I haven't sketched out the panels for this yet, really it's just something I've been kicking around. It'll probably be edited again.
Anyway at some point I will post some more artwork from this, I've so far completed about 7 pages of artwork (which really isn't a whole lot)
I'll give a better description of the series when I post the artwork.