I did this story because I was asked to forget the past. To let things die, to not even try to explain why.
Then I think about my little brother and my son who for nearly a decade or more if they never read this illustrated short will continue to not know why men like the Dream Weaver exist. Why there is a group of men and women out there that keep their eyes on the horizon and wait for the sun to rise upon their desires and aspirations. It really burned me up to think my little brother or my son might grow up in this world thinking a real life role model did not care enough about them to stay around in there moments of economic, social, and everyday depression.
I don't think I will ever truely be forgiven for it. I don't think I will ever truly forgive myself, but at least I was able to take the opportunity to enlighten those important to me on the "Why" of such an important issue.
I sought to illustrate just little pieces of some really important real life events that have been set into motion, which daily as I read the paper, was clearly so those of Meritcratic mindset, those of and uncontrable need to retaine wealth off the backs of the everyday layman, that I personally survived in hopes of having enough to care for the people I love.
Because of the 50 year defecit seen in America, canniblism ensued and all of the heathens came out to play. Seven years of pushing back supports of castrastion of men, of land grabs, job security, and simply the right to walk down the street without the influence of someone in an orgainzed gang.
Men like the Dream Weaver were asked to let it all go. That is a tough pill to swallow and I wanted to illustrate for everyone that knows me just how hard it is for that to happen for people. I can use words all day, I can sing songs about it but I don't think anything really changes until we can see it. I don't think anything really changes until we can visuals ourselves in that persons shows, realte with them, want to help, cry with them, or be as strong as them to have gone through it all and be able to say, "I survived!"
I also liked the fact that dispite the Dream Weaver's gult of leaving his son and his failures in life, The Thief of Void can talk to him about love and moving forward and that there is a castle in the sky waiting for him. That was a nice touch, somthing Dreams are made of.