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Lost Thoughts

I had an idea.

Well where did it go?

The place all lost thoughts go, I suppose.

Will it come back?

I guess only time will tell.

Why don’t you find it?

Trying to find lost thoughts never ends well.

Maybe they are meant to be lost

Maybe they were never meant to see the light of day.

They are lost to the spring showers that slowly wash them away.

They travel around forming groups

For a while they are lost, not knowing what to do.

Then they settle down, out of the way,

So new thoughts can form and do what they do.

The thoughts are lost but so rarely forgotten,

Forming forests and life where the lost gather often,

The lost and the beautiful.

Never the rotten.

Well where does the rotten go?

Nobody quite knows.

They appear in politicians dreams, I suppose.

Lost thoughts can always be found again.

Around corners, up and over bends.

When the wind whispers, try to listen.

Because these lost thoughts?

They all have one mission.

To find a home again, some place warm and new.

When you whisper back to the wind,

It listens to you.

So to find the lost thoughts, one must be patient,

Go around the corner, up and over the bends,

You might just find your lost thought again.

2 pages from the graphic novel that is currently brewing besides the Zelda zine. Catching a rhythm with color at last.

Color is always really challenging for me, and always feels so daunting, specially when it comes to the first pages. This project is really special and the want to get it “perfect” can fill one with doubts. I found myself doing minimal color changes, that were barely noticeable to the first batch of pages instead of advancing just for fear of screwing it up. I figured that if i kept down that road I wouldn’t be able to stick to the planned schedule. Now I’m finally able to not be so hard on the results and focus on going forward despite the doubts.

But lets tell you a little more about the characters!

The lady in blue is Severine, a young girl who as an amateur naturalist has a small collection of specimens at her attic. She’s noticed that some of them are gone, the salamanders in particular. Usually is her little sister, Elisa the one that messes around with her stuff, but the little demon insists in her not being the culprit this time.