April 2011
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Apr 29th
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Apr 27th
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Quem ele é, e como ele veio a ser...
When Thiago Duarte was just a boy, his mother evaporated out of his life. There was an pre-dawn raid on the favela, the São Paulo ghetto where they lived, with the humid morning air split by scattered gunfire. Young Thiago joined the terrified chorus of shrieks echoing through the hovels and shacks of the slum, crying out for his Mamãe in the dimness. She turned from peering out a window at the...
Apr 26th
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Figure drawing was a struggle again today… #WinSomeLoseSome
Apr 13th
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Apr 13th
This whole comic classroom series by @mattforsythe is hilarious: http://bit.ly/i2xPjq
Apr 11th
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Apr 10th
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A weird thing about making the transition to writing from art is that I can’t listen to podcasts or lyrics now while putting words together.
Apr 9th
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Apr 8th
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Apr 5th
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Short Story Fragment
At a discreet distance from the restricted airspace over Dubai, Drake could hear the thrum of military copters. A million electronic eyes were scanning him in every wavelength from the surrounding towers. As anticipated, the high pressure front had opened a corridor of clear air all the way up to the stratosphere, and even with the light pollution from the city below, he could make out a few...
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CHAPTER ONE, PAGE ONE
Panel 1 EXTREME CLOSE-UP: Closed eyelid of CHANCE ADDISON, sideways. We might see even this close that he is splattered with blood and glass shards. His eye is shut very tight, suggesting that he is closing it hard, consciously. Panel 2 EXTREME CLOSE-UP: CHANCE’s open eye, looking straight at us, scared.
Apr 3rd
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