this was the only idea I had in mind while working on this challenge and since i was already 2h late, I didn’t want to lose more time :’)
I wrote the story during a writing class, after the teacher only recommended writers that committed suic*de but the idea was already there when I had this class way back, about the artist’s worth value and how it can go up or down depending on different factors . especially the rarity of his work and the artist’s death that creates this rarity. I found this very dystopian and dehumanizing and very worthy of becoming a comic
a comic about little pixies / goblins doing a strange ritual every night for a great big tree.... bisous @ici.suzanne
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