Reposting pages of The Big Crunch, a webcomic I made during the 2010’s. This one is originally from October 19th, 2011.
The Big Crunch, No. 12
Forty-Niner
He swirls the sifting pan, skin leathery from the sun. The river soaks his ankles. He thinks he catches a gleam of gold, but then it disappears. Perhaps it was a glint off the sweat beading on his eyelashes.
The family he left. The family he will never have.
I will break the mountains, he murmurs. I will drive a pick-axe through the core of this planet.
He throws aside the pan and thrashes the river bank with his bare fingers. His callouses begin to crack. The water streams with trails of crimson.
Meanwhile the sun looks down with incredulity.
King
I hereby declare the ineffable. I proudly exclaim the nonsensical. I smell what is seen, and it sounds like it tastes. I’ll write it in prose that is lyrical.
It’s as plain as the sock that I wear on my head, or the shoes I put on before going to bed. It’s an optional edict, for better and worse. It’s ice cream for dinner and steak for dessert.
Now, stand up and bow! I’m a king made to serve! I’ll rule with submission! Straight on we shall swerve!
Also the end won’t rhyme.
Fear in the Age of Knowledge, No. 11
Fear in the Age of Knowledge was a series of surrealist ink and watercolor illustrations I made between October 2018 and March 2019. It started as a response to the year’s Inktober prompts and evolved into an exploration of what it means to be afraid in an era of science, technology, and media.
Atlantis
He carved his way through the ocean with a calcified backstroke, the horizon forever escaping him. With the abyss below and the sky above, he felt like prey suspended in a spiderweb.
The seas trembled. He turned on his chest, plunging his face into the water, staring through it as if through one giant tear.
A face of stone glared back at him, a face like a sunken island, stretching on all sides into the blackened depths. The eyes glowed red, and the lips cracked. The mouth opened, and he surrendered to the whirlpool, smiling back as he was swallowed.