Creative Work

I want the hand that wasn’t posed perfectly because there was something honest in the way she held it. The blurred frame. The blown highlight. The expression between expressions. The image that may never win a technical argument but could ruin somebody emotionally in under three seconds. That is the shit I love. And maybe it isn’t even a return to something I stopped creating. Maybe it is permission to stop apologizing for the part of my work that has always wanted to go t

Vela Noir is the first graphic novel I have been quietly creating, although “creating” sounds far more organized than whatever the hell I actually do. She and her world have been living privately in my head for a while now. Bits of story. Characters. Images. Places. Objects. Music. Colors. Entire scenes that sometimes arrive before I understand why they matter. I haven’t shared much of it yet. But suddenly there she was, haunting the artwork for something completely un