Chapter Nine: At Home with the Gunthers.

Hey folks! Guess what's coming up in Chapter Nine?

The 100th page of Crooked Mile!!!

Yes, I've drawn 100 pages of this beast, giving it pretty much every spare minute I've had for the past 2-ish years. This calls for a celebration! Or possibly some sort of intervention!

To honor the occasion, I'm throwing a 100 Pages of Madness Extravaganza! I've got special offers in my Etsy shop and Patreon page from now until page 101 posts on Nov. 8th.

  • Issue #1 marked down to $5!
  • Pre-order Issue #2 for $5!
  • Every comic ordered during the 100 Pages of Madness Extravaganza will ship with an original, one-of-a-kind Artist Trading Card of a Crooked Mile character! Woohoo!
  • New Patreon patrons at the $5 level or above will receive BOTH Issue #1, #2, AND an original, one-of-a-kind ATC! (plus the regular benefits, which you can see here). Current patrons, I'm not forgetting you! I'm mailing all current patrons a thank-you present :)
  • New Patreon patrons at the $1 level will receive an ATC print in the mail!
  • FREE shipping to the US on any item in my Etsy shop!

 

As always, thanks so much for sticking with my weird little comic, gang :) You guys are the best!

One thought on “Chapter Nine: At Home with the Gunthers.

  1. Okay, second try (the server wouldn’t take my comment yesterday). Were you going for a feel (parody?/pastiche?) of the 1930 painting American Gothic? If so, you missed a further connection by not having Gunther hold the pitch fork up, which we saw in the shed a couple of pages back (and which I mistakenly called a rake during a pun- I wish I could say I did that on purpose for the sake of the pun, but I misidentified). Also, the missus in American Gothic had her head turned to the right (as the viewer faces). That and the painting is more close up (but that would ruin the non-painting point I have below)

    That said, outside comparisons to a painting that’s basically two people in front of a house, I like how the trees and the sky can be seen to merge into one big tree, or the branches of such as the Gunthers hid the trunk. A Lovecraftian version of a world tree, like Yggdrasil, perhaps?

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