“The harper began to sing. His deep voice was fine and sweet, eloquently expressing his intent. He sang of the bitterness of defeat and the gut-wrenching carnage of war. He sang of boys…”The comic strip below is my interpretation of that line.
For this comic, I used ink washes, which I don't usually do. It seemed important to use them to get the feeling of being in a dark concert hall.
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