The look of this comic is again a little different, thanks to the non standard scanning. However, I now have my laptop back and starting with next Tuesday’s comic I will be back to the original scanning process.
Being in college and living in a dorm has placed me in a world where practically everyone around me is somewhere between 18 and 23. This simultaneously makes age seem non existent and inconsequential and something that we are all painfully aware of. We may be young and healthy, have all the time in the world at our disposal and a quiet belief that we will never grow old, but we are also at an age where we are starting to notice the ill effects of age on people we care about.
I know four people in my general age group who lost a grandparent last year. We may be young and invincible, but are also becoming more and more aware of human mortality. It scares me that I have become grown up enough to know that death is real.
When I was tracing the hands in the last panel, I wanted them to be consistent with the age in her face and I think the changes I made were effective. Death may be permanent, irreversible and inevitable, but memories cross those barriers as if they did not exist. I modeled the hands loosely on my great grandmother’s.