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Why would a woman keep a photo of a dead fisherman, someone she had never met, in her wallet? When Angel showed me the above photo, I asked if I could make a copy. I knew she worked as a house keeper for old Ernie, who had fished the Oregon coast all his life. They would come into my tavern, almost daily, for a beer and a chat with the locals. From appearance and dress, he seemed the consummate cranky sea captain, and she the perfect Pandora daughter.
Independent souls, connected to the sea; who better to carve out the pictorial permutations of Neptune's expressive currents? Sailing the leeward side of sanity--not to mention gale force surges of a supernatural sort--Dead Fisherman Guy lies beneath the mirrored surface of every pond, an unpredictable force with an infinite capacity, if not penchant, for largess, mystery, and madness...requisites of an able captain.
I hope to submit one page from Dead Fisherman Guy per week, with links--in order of submission--to the accumulative work. It is a fairly long comic, probably thirty pages, with the artwork about half completed.
I use the name Wayne Kigerl, here. My full name is Allan Wayne Kigerl, but other than my OpEd handle (Allan Wayne), I have always gone by Wayne, as Kigerl is generally unpronounceable, the ensuing phonetic frustration factor, and cacophonous possibility of unnatural de-selection, perhaps the reason for the rarity of Kigerl on planet Earth.
