People are always telling me that my work is too dark. So I've put up this sunnier story, but even it has a shadow, as its original publisher – a fine Atlantic Canadian literary magazine called the Gaspereau Review – is no longer in business. ---------------- It was a simple enough thing and that thing was simply this: Edmund Kelley was a gentleman. Of course his mom called him her 'little gentleman', as in 'Oh Edmund, you are my perfect little gentleman,' which did seem to hold to a certain logic that these type of things often follow, considering her affection for him and the fact that he was, after all, only ten years old. Still, Edmund himself was not particularly fond of the diminutive aspect of that title. Gentleman was enough; gentleman summed up the whole thing rather nicely, thank you. He was definitely a more refined version of your average child. He lived in a state of perpetual Sunday m
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Oooh, cool piece ! Love the face in the right hand bottom area as well as the piece in it's entirety.
ReplyDeleteFunny how the cats are sneaking into your work more and more...You must like them an awful lot.
ReplyDeleteThat's quite obviously a dog, not a cat. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I've lustrated enough on that point.
ReplyDeleteThis is awesome. It really sucks you in and moves your eyes around the page. And so many details to look at... such an independent sort she/he is to go that far.
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