a duduk and his boy
fizzle gaily, dire
reed answering cackling grass
flower shattered ears
When I returned from Armenia in the mid-1990s I brought with me a duduk (Դուդուկ in Armenian), a droning double reed woodwind I am immensely fond of though I am a poor, poor player. I bring all this up because I have been experimenting of late with a story rooting in the 1915 Armenian Genocide and I want to tell it using a style of art called fumetti (or photo novella). The comic panels I present here would be a sampling of what I want to attempt, using actual photos modified into a more illustrative style. It will be an experiment in a new style of art for me, regardless.
