This state of beauty.
What is so confusing about it?
Why does he push it away?
Why not just play at it?

I told him not to hesitate.
He didn’t listen.
He’s extracting himself from all the best scenes.
Nothing great is possible now.

Master horror illustrator Enrique Breccia and his son, extraordinary colorist, Martin. Descendants of the famous, Argentinean Breccia art clan and the visualists behind the recent incarnation of Swamp Thing.

I don’t know who the drunk asshole doing the bunny ears in the back is.

Posted on by Joshua Dysart Posted in Journal, Writing

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