Tuesday, 30 June 2009

Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came

"My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch the working of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored
Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby."


If at his counsel I should turn aside
Into that ominous tract which, all agree,
Hides the Dark Tower. Yet acquiescingly
I did turn as he pointed: neither pride
Nor hope rekindling at the end descried,
So much as gladness that some end might be."


There they stood, ranged along the hill-sides, met
To view the last of me, a living frame
For one more picture! in a sheet of flame
I saw them and I knew them all. And yet
Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
And blew. "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.''

- Robert Browning

Excerpted Spreads from "Smoke Rings on the Edge of the Universe"

Final project for this year before summer. I was given the character of Howard Hughes to produce a 12 dps autobiographical illustrated book about. It became quite morbid and strange, documenting his dying thoughts as he is tormented by a silent spectral cosmic death-crow showing images and reflections on his past.