He's paranoid and lonely and beats up a guy and gets off and it ends up really messing him up 'cause it just reinforces his weightless, inconsequential existence.
I wanted to avoid the 2x3 layout and branch out for his one, so I've started with some shapes. I started planning all of them out as like separate pages with separate parts of his narrative, but now I'm thinking of just producing heaps of drawings and writing up the text and just scrambling the whole thing up.
I'm gonna try to ape all these different styles with just black and white:
'cause Munch's appropriation of woodblock prints lead to works both wonderfully flat and thoroughly nauseating, Herriman's bizarre shapes expressed and evoked atmosphere, energy, and imagination in only a few lines, and McCahon's landscapes still appear starkly bare, silent, and alienating
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