
One of the last frames of an imaginary Comic Book, in which the main character has, on his own wedding day, unexpectedly been killed by the elusive, psychopathic, thought-to-be-dead villain he has been chasing through all the previous pages of the story. The final frame would be a low angle shot of the female killer walking down the isle towards the door in a blood soaked wedding dress...
I realized when I was walking home tonight to my empty apartment that my creativity takes different forms depending on my mood. When I am happy I use my camera to take pictures of the real world and when I feel sad or lonely I instead draw things from the strange world inside my head. I'm not sure whether this post is about the twist in the story or about my twisted mind.