I continue to work on my graphic novel, "Forget Sorrow: A China Elegy," to be published by WW Norton and Company. I got tired of the talking heads in this section, so I threw the scene of the last panel outdoors with kids playing ball. In this panel, I directed the dialog bubble to the man in the window, one of my great uncles, in conversation with my grandfather on how to make peace with the patriarch of the House of Yang, my great grandfather.
I continued with the outdoor scene on the next page, because it felt right, and there was more action than merely having three people sitting cross-legged in a room. A graphic novel/comic book is very much like staging a play or shooting a film, except it's just me, my paper and the tools of my trade. I'll show you the tools in another post.
And I chose to create the second panel scene as a view from a rooftop--what a cat might see.
It just occurred to me how very dead these people in my drawings are. Long dead. I get that sour twinge in my eyes and my nose tickles from ready tears. I am the great granddaughter, granddaughter, grand niece who is bringinng them back to life.
A good day of work at the drawing table.
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