Small Work: Three Panel Comic

Narrative: small work

In-Depth: Landscape

Reading: What is Comics Poetry?

  I thought it was interesting when Rothman said that the earliest form of poem's came from oral traditions. It's quite obvious, but I just never thought about it in that way, and it make's a lot of sense. I also agree with Rothman's way of "defining" comics, which he said was "The form as one that uses images the way other kinds of writing use words". The reason I think that people understand comics almost intuitively, is because its made up of elements and sounds that they probably hear in their everyday lives. For example, when a comic artist writes "vroom" under a car you instinctually know that its the sound the car is making. Rothman described this a the comic artist creating a visual language, I never thought of it that way and it totally makes sense.

  Rothman talks about the different components that do into making creative decisions and how that will impact the reaction of the person that is reading. Briefly he talks about  the difference a black and white comic can be to a colored comic. I personally think that color is more appealing to look at. Howeve black and white, if used in a beautiful way, can be just as appealing. For example I will use two comics I I have at my home. One is and American comic, "harley quinn issue 1". This is a fully colored comic and is obvious how much time has been poured into it. also it is absolutely beautiful to look through. My other comic example is a Japanese comic, "One Piece vol. 1". This comic is black and white but is also very beautiful to look at. The black and white images leave for a lot of imagination for the reader. Overall, Rothman made a lot of points that I had not thought about before.

Landscape: Small Work #2

So, these are 'paper cut-out's'.

My process was (1)drawing out the figure on bristol board, (2)inking the drawing, (3)Stippling the outline to bring out the form, (4)coloring in the inked illustration with Prismacolor Markers, (5)cut out the illustration with an X-Acto Knife, and finally (6)add the backing.

Landscape: Small Work #1

Landscape: Small Work #3

I cannot see who it is. The thing in this graveyard.

Six PM

  I am currently in Woodlawn Park Cemetery, staying overnight because of a dare from one of my friends. It is currently six PM and I am hiding in some mausoleum, with a huge sculpture of a falling angle on top of it, that someone must have broken into ages ago. I'm also feeling like a complete idiot for taking this dare, this is literally the start of every horror movie ever, oh well I guess.
  It's quite cold right now and the mosquitoes are starting to come out. I've always been deadly allergic of mosquitoes, and I really feel irritated the next day. Luckily I brought with me a few water bottles and some candy... I wonder if the candy is the reason for the mosquitoes.

Seven PM

  I'm still in the mausoleum hiding out, and the sun has almost set. I have a few bug bites and have already gone through one snickers bar (#notspon) and half a water bottle. I've been thinking a lot about mausoleums, and just remembered that the whole point of them is that they scatter the deceased bones inside them... so that technically mean's I'm sitting on a bunch of dead bodies. Honestly that's pretty rad.
  I'm really bored and the smell is getting really annoying, I'd even go as far to say that it's extremely irritating. I wonder if I'm allergic to cemetery's.

Eight PM

  It's finally dark outside, so I think I can go explore. I wonder if I should go outside though, this really feels like an exposition to cookie cutter horror books I read all the time. Well whatever, I might as well just go full throttle with this dare. I definitely don't want to get back to my friend's in the morning saying I just sat in a  mausoleum the whole time I was here, even though this is a little scary.
  I get up and feel aching in my legs for sitting cross-legged too long. I walk out into the graveyard with my backpack full of 'gear'. Fog has rolled in.
  I guess I'll just start wondering around...

Nine PM

  Wondering around for the whole hour has tired me out a little, I'm really out of shape. This cemetery doesn't seem to end. I kind of wish I had stayed in the mausoleum, at least there it wasn't so cold.
  I wonder what the pot of my friend's daring me to do this was... Are they angry with me? Have I done something? Geez I hope no one find's out I stayed here overnight, I'd definitely be a laughing stock. Maybe if I had some awesome story to tell when this is over! But nothing has really happened yet, the most significant thing to happen so far is that I dropped my water bottle and lost the water... well, it's only nine, hopefully something interesting will happen before the day is done.

Ten PM

  I'm sitting by a little fountain that is at the very back of the cemetery. the fountain doesn't really work, so it's more like a puddle... hopefully I don't get Zika.
  This cemetery is really beautiful, I think I've gotten used to the spooky atmosphere, I seem to have calmed down a little. My backpack is pretty much empty now, I wish I had brought more food.
  Ruffle Ruffle
  I quickly turn around, just to see nothing. That was weird, I could have sworn I had heard something. Hopefully there isn't anyone looking after this place at night, I don't want to get in trouble.

Eleven PM

  Ruffle Ruffle
  I keep hearing things. For the last hour it's felt like i'm being watched, that's why I am heading back to the mausoleum right now. I'm probably just psyching myself out...
  crackle!  a huge burst of lightning strikes and rain starts pouring.
  Damn it! I'm getting soaked! This really sucks.
  Oh my god... I'm standing in front of the mausoleum and the angle is gone... There was one hundred percent a sculpture here right? I could have sworn. I remember telling you-
  Ruffle Ruffle

Twelve PM

  Everything is black, I cannot see because that thing took my eye's. I cannot feel anything, I became numb to it a while back... The pain. It was so much in the beginning, but now I cannot feel. It's been going on for an hour now. I do not know how I am still alive, I think it's keeping me alive on purpose, until the end.
  I cannot see who it is. The thing in this graveyard.