Talking in Bed

This is a little sketch monologue I made this week, between jobs. I kind of let it go where it wanted to go, and that was as liberating as it sounds. And I mean for both the pictures and the words: dusted visuals; the words as faint whispers. It emerged as Talking in Bed, after the pictures we get to make there in the almost dark of the room, of togetherness, and approaching sleep. I know that it’s also about the time when we won’t remember anymore. But it’s a happy set of whispers in the meantime…

(Re-visitors note, the panels are all now split up and the text is redesigned.)

 

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About Stevie Mitchell

I come from a long line of cartoons and beer. I was once peed on by a tiger. Hoping the resultant super-powers are yet to come, cos if these are they, then, grrrr....
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2 Responses to Talking in Bed

  1. Prashant Nawani says:

    The words animate those pictures for me… the silence becomes audible!

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