Achilles and Hector: A Nightmare in Ink
This piece has been rolling around in my head for a few weeks now—more of a nightmare than a daydream. Achilles and Hector started as a concept for the cover of the WBHS creative writing magazine, which was looking for some art. Whether they’ll use it or not, I have no idea. My style leans more Heavy Metal magazine than Harry Potter—raw, visceral, and rough. That’s exactly what this is.
It’s pen and ink on multimedia paper, a chaotic, violent tangle of figures frozen in the moment of their final reckoning. Achilles, wrath incarnate, looms over Hector, who fights with the desperation of a man who knows he’s already lost. The lines are jagged, the strokes aggressive, the composition frenzied. No polished edges, no softened blows—just raw energy and mythic brutality.
I don’t expect anyone to buy this, and I doubt many people will even want to look at it for long. But it is what it is—a walk through my mind, inked out in stark black and white. Sometimes the things we create aren’t about pleasing anyone. Sometimes, they just need to exist.
This piece has been rolling around in my head for a few weeks now—more of a nightmare than a daydream. Achilles and Hector started as a concept for the cover of the WBHS creative writing magazine, which was looking for some art. Whether they’ll use it or not, I have no idea. My style leans more Heavy Metal magazine than Harry Potter—raw, visceral, and rough. That’s exactly what this is.
It’s pen and ink on multimedia paper, a chaotic, violent tangle of figures frozen in the moment of their final reckoning. Achilles, wrath incarnate, looms over Hector, who fights with the desperation of a man who knows he’s already lost. The lines are jagged, the strokes aggressive, the composition frenzied. No polished edges, no softened blows—just raw energy and mythic brutality.
I don’t expect anyone to buy this, and I doubt many people will even want to look at it for long. But it is what it is—a walk through my mind, inked out in stark black and white. Sometimes the things we create aren’t about pleasing anyone. Sometimes, they just need to exist.
This piece has been rolling around in my head for a few weeks now—more of a nightmare than a daydream. Achilles and Hector started as a concept for the cover of the WBHS creative writing magazine, which was looking for some art. Whether they’ll use it or not, I have no idea. My style leans more Heavy Metal magazine than Harry Potter—raw, visceral, and rough. That’s exactly what this is.
It’s pen and ink on multimedia paper, a chaotic, violent tangle of figures frozen in the moment of their final reckoning. Achilles, wrath incarnate, looms over Hector, who fights with the desperation of a man who knows he’s already lost. The lines are jagged, the strokes aggressive, the composition frenzied. No polished edges, no softened blows—just raw energy and mythic brutality.
I don’t expect anyone to buy this, and I doubt many people will even want to look at it for long. But it is what it is—a walk through my mind, inked out in stark black and white. Sometimes the things we create aren’t about pleasing anyone. Sometimes, they just need to exist.
Pen and Ink on Heavy Weight Paper