Assorted ponies. Another giveaway! Previous winner was this person!
Winner will be decided Wednesday, 28th of March! Please reblog once to enter. (A like helps too!)
Or you can buy them from my store!
This was the cover of the first Metal Hurlant I ever saw. I was — what — 14, and on a French Exchange to Paris and this beautiful magazine filled with comics opened my mind to what comics could be, and the art of Jean Giraud, AKA Moebius, made it so powerful and perfect. He drew different stories in different styles, and everything was beautiful. I bought a copy. I could only afford the one copy, but one was enough.
I couldn’t actually figure out what the stories were about, but I figured that was because my French wasn’t up to it.
I read the magazine over and over and envied the French because they had everything I dreamed of in comics - beautifully drawn, visionary and literate comics, for adults. I just wished my French was better, so I could understand the stories (which I knew would be amazing).
I wanted to make comics like that when I grew up.
I read them when I was in my 20s, in translation, and discovered that they weren’t actually brilliant stories. More like stream-of-consciousness art meets Ionesco absurdism. Didn’t matter. The damage had long since been done.
I met Jean Giraud on a couple of occasions. He was sweet and gentle and really… I don’t know. Spiritual is not a word I use much, mostly because it feels so very misused these days, but I’d go with it for him.
We wanted to work together. I wrote the Sandman: Endless Nights story DEATH IN VENICE for him to draw, but his health got bad, so P. Craig Russell drew it. Moebius’s health improved a little, and he asked if I could write him a very short story, perhaps 8 pages, and make them all posters, so I wrote the DESTINY story in Endless Nights for him. His health took a turn for the worse, and Frank Quitely drew it. And both Craig and Frank made magic with their stories, but somewhere inside I was sad, because I’d hoped to work with Moebius.
And now I never shall.
RIP Jean Giraud, 8 May 1938 - 10 March 2012
I´ll miss him…
I would´ve loved to see Sandman illustrated by him.
Klimt used to draw prostitutes. He payed them for their time as any other client and just drawed instead of sex.
Fanart of lei-lani´s character. She´s a writer at furaffinity. I really love her stories and her little gorgeous otter. This is my way of saying thanks #^w^# I´m really pleased with this one, been practicing cell-shading. Hope you like it as much as I do.
~Giveaway~
Ok so I was clearing out my room and I found a few things that I don’t use any more/ have never used, so I thought I would give them away! I recently did an iPhone giveaway and it felt so great to make someone happy like that so I wanted to do it again :-)
You could win:
- A Ninento DS lite (and charger)
- Ninento DS lite case
- Four Ninento DS games
-Super Mario Bros
-Mario&Sonic at the Winter Olympic Games
-Mystery Case Files: Millionheir
-Animal Crossing Wild World- A UltraHD Flip Camera
- Flip Camera case
- Four lip glosses (I’ve never used them lmao)
- Facebook Like and Dislike stamps
Rules:
- Reblog as many times as you like (no likes sorry :c)
- You don’t have to follow me but if you did that would be awesome c:
http://trophic.tumblr.com/- This giveaway will end on the 20th of April
- I will ship internationally so no matter where you live there is a chance of you winning it :-)
- I will send the winner an ask, so make sure you’ve enabled your ask box!
Good luck! :-D
When se was going to leave their house forever, her parents asked her a last wish. They asked her to sing and play one more time for them. She started singing, pretending to be fine, but she was crying as she reached the second verse. Her animal features began to show, starting by the mouth and nose and followed by her ears. Her parents knew what she was, and didn´t care. That same night, the boat of the person who revealed her secret and forced her to leave was caught in a storm. Not even a piece of wood appeared the next morning. Villagers say it was her, in the shape of a storm, who claimed for vengeance. But her parents know she wasn´t, because she was singing for them all night long. They are not sad, as they know they´ll see her again as soon as they die…
