Bastards of the Infinite

KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON


After the Quake- J. Tenney

One Account of the Tōhoku Earthquake, 2011

-“You can leave. You’re not Japanese. My family is here. I’m staying.”

At that time, we’d been sitting in front of the computer screens and TV’s for so long that it seemed as though our watching had something to do with all the horrible images being shown from up north; the thousands dead and the raging walls of ocean water carrying some nameless, burning wrath that was sure to swallow us all.  It had been 3 days since the Tokai earthquake had ripped apart the northeast coast of Honshu, and it was decided that our futures were tied to the rest of the country’s.

 

I felt the earthquake on a quiet, Friday afternoon in my small, one-room apartment in the Nakano ward of Tokyo. It began as all the others I’d grown accustomed to: an odd rumbling in the pit of my stomach followed by a dizzying tickle. My computer swayed with the pictures on the wall as the fierceness of the thing increased in it’s intensity.

“Ok,” I thought, “This is bigger than usual.” It was. I stood in the doorway to my back porch gripping the frame with my eyes closed as objects fell to the floor from my desk, in the kitchen and the top shelves of my closet. “It’s a dream,” I thought. “It’s got to be a dream.” I was afraid. I thought about  the great Kobe earthquake of 95, being crushed, suffocation, burning, children screaming and everything else I’d ever paired with the idea of the big one.   (more…)

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The Slipping day-Clouds overhead: BASTARDS OF THE INFINITE #4

After no sign of anticipation, Matador Sequential has released part 4 of Bastards of The Infinite. In our first full color issue, the bastards meet the dazzling possible figment of everyone’s imagination in a live, talking Unicorn vision. Joseph and I had this one resting in the bowels of non-production for months and months, but she’s finally alive and her silver-sonic heart muscle thumps rhythms to our sleep walking adventures. Please give it a read and let us know what you think. It’s  time for large slabs of hanging cold beef. You take your fist, crumbling your fingers to the size of a stone and throw into it everything you’ve got. A title shot is just around the bend.
Go for broke!
script by K. Hartrum
art by J. Tenney
letters by Daniel Herbertson
Wet your whistle by reading a short prologue to bastards of the infinite #4 as the Unicorn makes a garden visit in the comfortable hours of the afternoon.
Love, K
***

Heaven last.

The Garden

The large, white horse wearing a single gold-dusted spiral in the middle of his forehead walked happily through his garden of roses and tomato plants in hopes of plucking one of the maturing fruits for eating. It was sunny. The light came down from the afternoon sky in such a way that it did not hurt his eyes. A warm breeze gently pushed the plants. Insects flew in great swirling trajectories.
While inhaling the redolent odor of the blossoms, Unicorn saw a long black scorpion resting immobile on the flesh like petal of a rather healthy looking rosebud. The Unicorn leaned over the tiny thing, its black-knight armor showing the bending reflections of green from the surrounding foliage. It was basking. The scorpion raised its heavy tail, suspicious. A gunshot echoed in the distance, overtaking the the chatty movements of the plants around them.
“Who goes there in my garden, brave one?” Unicorn asked.
The Scorpion turned a full circle and opened it’s claws.
“Nothing to say?”
Unicorn delicately nudged the shinning thing onto his hoof and lifted it to his face. He could smell the lingering sweetness from the rose.
“I’m waiting for you to do something, you know? I’m in need of a battle.”
The scorpion leaped with sudden ferocity down to the ground and scurried off beneath the horse’s view. He exhaled deeply, his thick lips flapping from the intensity.
The flower-stems were very thin. Unicorn pictured lustful pollinators sliding oiled wings along the soft blossoms and then down the erect stigmas to the delicate female parts.
He turned  towards the old house and started back to meet them. They were sleeping. They’d be that way for a good while.
“You got a real friend here…and don’t you forget it!” He yelled to the scorpion.
Feeling guilty at having lost his composure, the Unicorn grabbed an unripe tomato from the bush and drove his long, lemon-color teeth through the skin, red bits of fruit and juice spraying out to meet the sun and onto the dirt in front of him.
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The Brackish Heaves of Friendship!

Dreams of the Void

Dreams of the Void

Four mighty hands have been keeping together what’s been falling apart. Palms quickly cupping the syrupy lumps of creative fetish that try to slump away from our creative goop! Goop piled high in some tantric mixture of two men’s’ brain juice and creativity.

Our imaginations have been hacking up love butter and blood, wincing our faces with tears and grimaces alike, watching each other birthing GODS, and evil women. The Infinite has been beckoning us like some alkaline serene, howling sweet epitaphs-join this loving daemon in the throes of God’s throat, oblivion!  And alas, I fear we have listened once or twice to many.

The madness drove us to start fighting our hands against one another, wresting for more of the muculent body of work we hold together, testing the others hands by teasing to drop some of the precious viscous characters into the mire of ‘without you’. Each hand catching more of the love losing from the globules or the Infinite. And then the infinite spoke to us both in a dream, or were we awake? We will never know how it happened but suddenly the mind spires that we had built, standing tall to scrape the beautiful heavens that swarm around the artist. SUDDENLY we were both carrying the creative goop together again, it was as if a finger or two of our own had gotten lost in one of the infinite folds, and couldn’t the finger then feel anything other than the warm slimy pocket it had found in the mass we had made? As if  minds would destroy the whole plasmid body for the right of one fold of flesh! Glory to the dream’s end! We now know that all the body of work is our body to finger folds and wrest slim-skuzzy balls.  Yes happy bastard we have made friends again in the whole of the infinite. We will continue to break the rules of quadratic drama. And reining unicorns will tear with their horns the fabric of space and let in/out the benefactors of both universes.  So sleep you no more, stay awake for this! Bastards of the Infinite IV has been packing its bags and getting ready to leave utero-state.  Its fingers are uncurling and its eyes are swimming in birth juice.  Its very lungs are drunk with love. It is drunk with love and wants to stagger, crawl, pull itself out of our conflagrating contours and then rest its heavy sweat laden head on our milky thighs. Brutus’s hulking arms reach for the ankles of our gams!

A Jewel in heaven is sparkling more softly tonight, as it needs not catch our eyes. We are set on holding it in our brow and feel the soul speak to us of wisdom and tact. Oh! And there is a small chance I might die tomorrow or be disfigured, so I want everyone to know that I want my comic books to go to Rylee and my SketchBooks and Flat file to go to Cameron, and then he can give with pertains to Kris. You guys are friends, so work that out. Scoot to Rylee for 300 to my brother and uh…my cloths to Cameron. And D-Flo gets all other stuff as he see it fit. Burn the Flag over my bed, I never wanted to see it stand when I couldn’t.  I love most of you with most of my heart, and some just enough. But few of you had the best of me. The Infinite is an intimidating tall woman with great hair.

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In this time of recession.

m57Greetings Komets! Shinning stars! So much has been going on in our worlds. I know that K has been stalking the great gods of awesome in Japan, Sadie Cakes has been fighting the powers that be with Crunchy Paul in ole NYC. And I’ve been, well being a madman in Western Carolina. Amidst my raves and quarrels and jealous pouting I have been somewhat productive.

I landed another comic gig for a fellow small press doing interior art for a ‘southern horror’ mini-series. I cant wait to see where that goes. I’ve been experimenting with color application as well I have been working on a Top Secret solo comic, featuring as assumed, some people I’ve been living with. Its going to be a what Starburst are to movie theatres. But have no fear I have been rearing to go on the upcoming ‘Komet, Space Adventure.’ And yes I’m still setting on finished pages for BOTI pt.IV. Soon!

Later this week I plan on having committed the time to scan/upload the BOTI pt.1 and some other vignettes from  the now classic Matador Sequential Presents Issue One. And following the week after BOTI pt.II (my favorite!) as well I will be picking back up my old stand by ‘Girl & Dog Romance’ with a special Guest artist. I hope to upload this in the manor of with my ‘Stunning Spider-Girl’ was viewed.

So! Last night I went through my stacks of various works and uploaded some of my favorite of those into my galleries sections here in the site. firstMatPlease take a look at that. And low if it isn’t the seed that sprouted I came across the original drawing of ‘The Matador’, it was a cover concept sketch that sparked (Kris’s) idea for the first ‘Matador’ story that was featured in MSP#1. Of course when I drew the story I opted for another cover illustration since this original concept no longer fit the script. However I love this concept and I decided to give it full justice last night, thus enjoy!

I believe this will be a milestone as I think I have come up with yet another logo design. In other news I am doing some conceptual work for a series of large pieces that I intend to FINALLY have shown for material gain at a local coffee shop or salon. Some of the concepts I’m working with are among the new color gallery images. I’m not saying which ones they are yet. So many things running circles in my mind these days. That’s all for now I hope you all continue to race fevered threw the cosmos, spiralling life and creation over ever celestial body you pass!

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Art – Bastards of the Infinite

Some original Bastards of the infinite work by J. Tenney, circa 2007

Matador Sequential Presents #2

Matador Sequential Presents #3

This work was a one the original ideas we had for Edward and his training. The scene is fleshed out in Bastards #3, set to hit the web and local shops in mid June.

This work was a one the original ideas we had for Edward and his training. The scene is fleshed out in Bastards #3, set to hit the web and local shops in mid June.

Bastards T-shirt design

Bastards T-shirt design

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