Dashcon kinda reminds me of the serial killer convention in The Sandman, except the serial killer convention at least looked like it was organized by sane human beings.
The bonds of family bind us up, support us, help us. And they are also a bond from which it is difficult, perhaps impossible to extricate oneself.
"A Golden Fish"
Gouache and ink
"Death: Just another point of view". My new version of Neil Gaiman’s character, Death, from The Sandman series.
Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot.
I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend…I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend…