ECHO ECHO Echo echo echo.

Another page from the sketchbook this week. The left side's a peek at what's next on the greeting-card docket, and should be familiar to those of you who've been watching the blog for a while. (Anyone remember the 'if I get word someone wants them' card design ideas? Yeah... got enough to cave for one of 'em, woot!)



As for those globby things on the right side: that's another bit of the Afterworld landscape-- Echoes. Somewhere between a haunting and catching a glimpse of a shooting star, these things pop up seemingly at random. It's a special occasion whenever Amnio and friends manage to spot one, even if they don't know what Echoes are or why they do what they do.

Simply put, Echoes are the last hurrah of humanity's memories-- memories that were strong enough to stick around, even if most are only flashes of habits repeated long enough to sear an action to a certain spot. A person who took the same path from their house to the corner shop down the street every morning for thirty years might show up as an Echo of a faintly humanoid form making that same trek. The local cat lady's house might play host to a couple cat-shaped Echoes who prowl the walkway out front in exactly the same path every time, and then they disappear, over and over. Every July 4th, Echoes of fireworks streak across the sky without making a sound.

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Before I forget again: as of last week, the Grey Bouquet online store is SOLD OUT of the "One Year Closer to Dying" greeting card. Don't fret, though; they're still available through The Source, Magus Books, and the Sacred Paths Center here in the Twin Cities, but your humble doodle wrangler's got one important design update to mess with before this card goes in for another reprint.

Weird how that card design's been around for so long that when it was first printed, Amnio didn't even have a heart yet, eh? Well, that'll get fixed soon enough.