So, in an effort to nail down the art for the next page of Here Be Voodoo (don’t worry, I still have two pages advance, I’m talking about next month’s pages right now) I tried to wrote down the narrative.
I nailed it.
But now I want to scope down Marassa, feed him/them/OH FUDGE WITH THAT! him rum and caramelized banana (which he is rather fond of, he just inform me of that) and never ever approach a blank page with a pencil to draw his back story.
Seriously, I’m somehow kind and non-violent in real life (no REALLY, I tear down when my clients tell me about their bad dentistry job) how come HBV is such a violent and horrible story?
