A few weeks back I entered the Observer / Jonathan Cape short graphic (four page) story competition. It was a chance to create a story that wasn’t about men hitting things – which was a nice break – and ended up as a cross between a kitchen sink drama and a fairy tale, an unploughed furrow that interests me.
I didn’t get anywhere in the competition, but I still really like this little strip. Which is the most important thing right?
(If you click on the image you can get a much nicer zoomed-in version)