looks great. is that a weed eater?
a year into the isolation, the cold and the freeze-dry took it's toll on his old acoustic and the only good it could do would be to add to that row of grave markers along the ridge. old pipes and empty gas bottles, a few strands of filament and a handfull of loose screws and threaded machine parts came together to make a makeshift instrument to pluck as the seven-month sun cycle finally gave way to a seven week sunset. it wasn't in any kind of tune and the hollow reverberation didn't warm the heart enough to stand the coming cold but it was enough to fill the endless wintry lonliness, and just enough to accompanying the last cracking whispers of a song forced through dry lips singing their last.
pedini has the right story going. i like to think of most posters as having a story behind the image (i use a lot of figures so there ought to be a story for the character) and the story is as you make it. the band's music does reverb and also spells out a lot of forlorn moments as well as blast offs (see my other mmj poster where the figure rocks to the sunrise/sunset). Jim James specifically asked for NO COUNTRY imagery for some things we are working on. So...
As for my type, it speaks well of you.
or picture jim james traveling through time and trying to make it in the indy scene of a barren, wintery post-apocalyptic future... eventually succumbing to the strain of being a stranger and playing his last gig to the wasteland... never to be heard from again
the lonliness of the interstellar troubadour, marooned, alone, and singing his last ballad to the lengthening shadows.
the band didn't want 'country' so i immediately thought intergalactic stranded troubadour isolation and slow death. in a four color screenprint (10 x 23)