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moominverse · 1 year
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📝Moomin Moments📝
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One of my favorite Sniff moments in any Moomin media is the scene in A Close Encounter With Aliens where Stinky steals the alien device, books it to the bridge as the kids are chasing after him and Moomin calls out to Sniff on the other side of the river to stop Stinky, after looking around to assess the situation Sniff goes to block Stinky on the bridge. He even says "Leave it to me!" with full determination to help his friends despite his total absence in the episode outside of the beginning.
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Stinky tries to bribe him out of the way by offering sovereigns (which are British gold coins that contain some actual gold in them if you don't know) and Sniff is so obviously tempted/entranced by the offer.
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But then he shakes his head out of it, refuses it and goes to try and snatch the machine off Stinky's paws.
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It's such a good scene that illustrates how much he cares about his friends even if he doesn't understand the situation beyond "Stinky stole something important", and it doesn't forget Sniff's core character flaw which is greed and temptation; it just shows that he's able to overcome it to some extent if he deems it important.
It's an extreme departure from the original moment in the comics where Sniff is the one trying to hand in the alien device for no less than 200 pounds (British money) and drops the device because shrunken Moomintroll spooked him, but it's a change that I very much welcome wholeheartedly and I'm glad they showed a moment of Sniff having character strengths, which are his trust for his friends and his desire to do the right thing.
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st-jinx-art · 8 months
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Some recent Sci-fi art 👽
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nocternalrandomness · 9 months
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"Close Encounters"
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dontcallittimetravel · 8 months
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On This Day: Teddy Roosevelt establishes the devil's tower as the country's first national monument, thus preserving it for your future extraterrestrial overlords
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Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)
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kent-farm · 10 months
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—Smallville, “Leech”
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rj-drive-in · 3 months
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We Are Not Alone Department:
“Never underestimate the healing effects of beauty.” - Florence Nightingale
ETHEREAL © 2024 by Rick Hutchins
Most of them kind of folks will tell you about the disks and the cylinders and the saucers. Them’s the kind I don’t believe. I believe the ones who don’t talk unless they’re sure about you. Or the ones like me, who leave it till after they’re dead.
That’s why I’m writing this. I’ll be gone soon and it’s important that you know.
It wasn’t long after the war and I was just back from occupied Germany. I had missed my New Mexico desert something fierce and so I went out camping, by myself, at my favorite spot. You know the one, out by the butte.
I was lying on my bedroll by my campfire, staring up at the stars, when it came down from the sky. Fluttering, like a lady’s handkerchief. It came down and it stopped, not twenty feet away from me.
It was pure white and had a light of its own. It looked like the dance of the seven veils, underwater and slow; but there was no dancer-- only veils. And the parts weren’t connected, they just swirled around one another in a dreamlike way. I had the feeling that each one was a person. A person of a sort, anyway.
It was so beautiful it made me cry.
I saw and did a lot of things back in the war, and I’m not going to tell you about any of it. All I’ll say is that I was a man full of heartache. But this thing, these people-- whatever it was, it saved me. Its beauty brought me back alive.
Now you know. That’s why I’ve gone out there so much over the years, to that spot. I’ve been wishing for them to come back.
When I’m gone, I want you to do something for me: I want you to go out there and spend the night, whenever you can. And if they do come back, if you do see them, please try to make them understand that there are still so many people who need to be saved.
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doshmanziari · 2 months
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Hey, everyone.
In 2022, I wrote and illustrated a short comic book which I published and sold copies of at that year’s MICE. Entitled Adyton, it was a brief exploration of what I'd very loosely call the close encounter phenomenon, with an emphasis on the abduction aspect. Since then, I’ve wanted to expand on the book; but, as is usual for me, I have to ruminate on something for a long while until embarking on the project feels right. This recently happened, and I’ve decided to entitle what I intend to be my first complete and long-form graphic novel Can You See Behind the Moon? I’m not going to say where the title comes from, and will leave it to those who are more familiar with some of the paranormal literature to recognize its origin.
Over the years, I’ve made sputtering attempts at other graphic novels, but the lack of a clear narrative direction for one doomed it to oblivion (Underbrickers), while the creative momentum of the other seemed bound to a very particular timeframe (Grim Synergy). Differently, I see this project as encompassing ideas which, to varying degrees, are present within my mind every day, or every other day, and I do think it can be sustained by that persistence. If I were forced to speak in very general and perhaps reductive terms about Can You See Behind the Moon?, it is my attempt to explore possibilities implied by close encounters in a way which emphasizes a deep and occulted relationship humanity appears to have with itself, the cosmos, and what one might term the evolutionary impulse.
The first four pages you see here (not counting the cover) are recreations of Adyton’s first six pages. As should be apparent, the narrative is not linear. Like Adyton, the plot sometimes progresses according to visual resonances which can also be interpreted as conceptual resonances. For instance, the as-yet-unnamed young man’s finger-gun gesture becomes the transitional point for a reference to the so-called Kelly-Hopkinsville encounter, wherein guns figured prominently, and unusually.
To be clear, this work has been done very quickly, in the interest of submitting it to relevant publishers as proof-of-concept material, and so that I’m able to maintain a pace of a couple of pages every two or three days (while also producing “fine art” for gallery shows, to say nothing of various other side projects). But I also like the roughness of the drawings, and the color of the newsprint paper… so, the making of these has also carried with it pleasure and occasional surprise at the results. Since I’ve decided to work within a limited palette, I’m relying heavily upon the linework.
For Christmas last year, my partner — somewhat regretfully — got me a comic book about UFOs published the same year by Dark Horse. I write “somewhat regretfully” because she didn’t really like the look of it; and when I received it I had to agree: the art is so simplistic, mundane, and ugly that I don’t think I’ll ever do more than skim some of the pages (the author also seems to have only done the bare minimum of research regarding Betty and Barney Hill’s case). But I’ve used the book as a point of motivation: surely, if something that bland could get green-lit by a fairly well-known comics publisher, then my work stands a chance.
Another one of my particularities is that I tend to get through projects more quickly when I don’t assign their completion an arbitrary date, and also when I don’t make myself beholden to publicizing all of the progress. I don’t intend on making a Kickstarter or anything for this — unless it becomes necessary — so I’m not sure when I’ll be prepared to share more. But, the time will come.
Anyway — even if there’s not much here yet, thanks for looking!
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stone-cold-groove · 2 years
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Close Encounters of the Third Kind - 1977.
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April 27, 2002.
The X-Files "Series Finale Wrap Party"
Gillian Anderson during "The X-Files" Series Finale Wrap Party at The House Of Blues in West Hollywood, California, United States. (Photo by Albert L. Ortega/WireImage)
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silveragelovechild · 2 months
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"They Got Him" by True Spilt Milk
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axelmedellin · 9 months
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Daily drawing 15 sep 2023
Close encounter
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nocternalrandomness · 8 months
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"Waking Up"
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gameraboy2 · 1 year
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David Ayres working on an alien from Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)
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guillotineman · 2 months
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