This is Cellar Door, a short one-shot comic I made for Amanda Scurti’s fantasy anthology, Terrestrial. The anthology is full of beautiful comics and illustrations, you can buy it here if you’re interested.
I always wanted to go into a fantasy world, Narnia-style, when I was a kid. Well, maybe I shouldn’t date that, because if my closet suddenly had no back you can bet I’d go through, at least to see what was up.
[note: at least to me, Tumblr is displaying the last 2 pages with weird black bars on em, but when you click through to full size they should display fine!]
Good gravy, you guys! That’s all the updates for September. Thanks for waiting for this big chunky one.
AND GUESS WHAT. It’s probably the last B&W comics you’ll see for a while, because we HIT OUR PATREON GOAL! I’m very excited to be doing comics in color in October, so thank you for pledging.
If you still haven’t contributed to the Patreon campaign, there’s still time to help! If the total dips below $2400 we won’t be able to fund the color project, anymore. Plus I lose a couple hundo to credit card/Patreon fees, so every extra bit helps.
Frankie for quarterbeck who is embarking on a moving adventure (and is just awesome in general really btw). Take it easy and sleep lots and maybe try to organize an intervention to get your pop some sleep before you guys hit the road!
In other news I heart Fashion Frankie speaks to me on a spiritual level. That teal lipstick, that solid B&W hair. Yessss
The thing about this is that sculptures like these in art history were for the male gaze. Photoshop a phone to it and suddenly she’s seen as vain and conceited. That’s why I’m 100% for selfie culture because apparently men can gawk at women but when we realize how beautiful we are we’re suddenly full of ourselves…
Girls don’t let anyone tell you loving yourself is vanity.
“You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting “Vanity,” thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for you own pleasure.” ― John Berger, Ways of Seeing