windchiming

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A light through wind chime (Part1)

A short comic I did for my previous company’s artbook , “Little Giant - Crescent” . I was procrastinating until the last minute… it was rushed, so I’m not too happy with the colors, but who to blame but myself.

It’s a 12 pages comic, but tumblr only allow 10 images per post… so I need to split it into 2 different posts. Read part 2 here.

The signs as unsettling sensations
  • Aries:haunting windchimes at night
  • Taurus:opening a window and hearing a door creak shut from the breeze
  • Gemini:touching something wet and cold while doing dishes
  • Cancer:unidentifiable shadows in a cluttered room
  • Leo:empty highways at dusk, pavement stretching out for miles
  • Virgo:brushing your foot against something unknown under the table
  • Libra:the first drops of rain on the back of your neck
  • Scorpio:when you blink for a split-second too long and the lights appeared to have flickered
  • Sagittarius:not knowing if you're alone in a big house or not
  • Capricorn:staring down the dark steps to the basement
  • Aquarius:being able to swear the lights in that room weren't on when you left
  • Pisces:spotting a strange animal darting behind a trash can

If I had an aesthetic, it would be “cute housewife meets witch” and it’s just so conflicting and I have no idea how to express that shit properly.

It’s like jars of herbs, mortars and pestles, and nonstick cookware.

It’s wild hair, simple classic jewelry, and cloaks over mom jeans and peasant blouses.

It’s cellphone cases engraved with mystic runes.

It’s windchimes and edible glitter.

It’s the tossing salt over your shoulder when you spill, the ritual of what you do when you log into the computer, and scrolling through pinterest.

It’s believing in magic and spirits and vacuuming your house while singing along to pop music.

It’s talismans and cupcakes.

It’s razor-sharp knives from William-Sonoma and crystals.

It’s never measuring what you’re cooking, because it’s instinctive magic that you use to make everyone feel good and loved, but presenting it on the good china with a proper table setting.

It’s long skirts and dresses and pinned-up hair and just a touch of makeup when you want to feel pretty, but wearing moons and stars and gems that make you feel ethereal and grounded all at once.

I can’t explain it, but hey there it is.

YALL

IM SO FUCKIN TIRED OF SEEING YOUR GLOWY GHOST JELLO DICKS

YALL

YOU CANNOT

C A N N O T

DIDDLE DOODLE

A FUCKGINF PILE OF BONES

YA CANT FUCKING DO IT WHY DO YOU WANT TOD DOODLE DIDDILY THE SKETOSN THERES NOTHGIN THERE WHY ARE THERE SO MANY SINFUL FUCVKIGN GLO-DICKS 

DO YALL WANNA JUST SHOVNE A GODDAMN LAVA LAMP UP YOUR ASS

THATS THE EQUIVALENT

JUSUT SHOVE A GLOWSTCIK IN YOUR ASS JESUS FUCK 

CLAKCLACKCLAK THAT IS THE SOUND OF SKELTON SEX SI THAT WHAT YOU WANT

DO YOU WANT TO JSUT SHOVE YOUR DICK IN WINDCHIMES OR CASTANETS OR SOME SHTI

CLACKCLACKCLAK THATS WHAT UR GONNA FUCKING GET THATS IT THATS ALL

NOTHGIN ELSE BRO 

THEY WOULDN T FUCKNG FEEL ANYTHG ANYWYA YOU WOULD BRUISE YOUR FUCKING DICK AND HELL WOULDN T THAT BE HARD TO EXPLAIJN AT A HOSPITAL 

“TELL ME HOW DID U BREAK YOUR GENITALS”

“WELL U SEE I SHOVED MY GODDAMN DICK IN A PELVIS

JESUNS JUST GET THE FUCK OUT YALL

NO

DO NOT

NEVER EVER FUCK A GODDAMN SKELETIJFN NEVR TRY YOU CANT DO IT JUS T 

N O