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Notes:
1. Made on 9th April, 2022
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Notes:
1. Made on 9th April, 2022
__________Her hair as black as night, her clothes as white as the sun. On her shoulders, ravens that cried out to her in warning, called out to her in love. Friends that would never betray her, never forget her, never leave her alone.
Through the long meadow grass she walks, her hands brushing against the tips. Behind her the almost setting sun.
And me, always in her shadow, as I try to catch up, try to say I was sorry, try to convince her to turn, to stop, to take me back into her arms.
But only the ravens turn towards me. They cry out their judgement, and I am left, alone.
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Notes:
1. Written on September 27th, 2017
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Notes:
1. Written on June 10th, 2010
2. For use as a poster for a friend’s academic comics conference
3. It went unused
This is a script/storyboard (plus some other bits) for a cartoon that I pitched unsuccessfully to the BFi for their Animation 2018 project (the winners of which are being shown on BBC Four this Sunday, and which should be brilliant).
If it had actually been made, it would have had sets built by Dan Rawlings and sound design by Chriddof, with slightly inept claymation (with wooden heads) animation by me (which was presumably the reason it wasn’t commissioned).
Also the other reason it probably wasn’t commissioned is because it is absolutely the most depressing thing I’ve ever written.
[Some of the models for this were later re-used in They Locked Me In This Room And Told Me To Confess, which was another unsuccessful submission for a thing (the Observer Short Comic Competition thing they run each year). Maybe these poor plasticine abominations are cursed in some way.]
[If you can’t read the words you can click on the image to enlarge it. If you still can’t read the writing, it is because it is illegible to all but me. I am sorry.]
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Notes:
1. Written in February and March, 2018
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