End of Iceland Troll Series, Beginning of a Publication

So, I finished the Iceland troll series. I wasn't sure how it was going to end... it ended tragically, how the story is supposed to. When you're telling the story though, as a storyteller, you're in it though you know, you don't want it to end the way it's supposed to. It took me a while to bring myself to closure with my characters. I had to leave the trolls behind, I had to leave my husband behind, I had to leave my wife, and the dog she met in the middle of that long night behind.

It didn't end pretty, she was consumed by the darkness, literally pulled into the dark. Her husband found her lying on the shore with the ice and black sand out in front of Reynisdrangar. I have the text for the book. Oh, didn't I tell you yet? I'm turning this into a low-cost production. I've already chosen the typography, and I'm calling my publishing company, "Footprints". Logo coming soon. "Footprints" because no matter how hard I try to ignore the fact that I will leaves traces behind after I'm gone, there are still going to be footprints of my existence, no matter how they're interpreted. To the existentialist in me. Life is one big, long exorcism.

I'm sorry I have to tell such a dark tale. The times we live in are sugar-coated. There isn't going to be anyone to warn you about the dark in the world. They're going to try and sell it to you with gobs of syrup. The only way you could get this one down with syrup, is if your heart has all ready been charred black, choking from all of the saccharin acids rotting in your body. I don't want to sell you "okays" and "everything is going to be fine." You only have so much time, and you need to do the best thing you can with it.

I guess she loved freedom. It killed her. Does that make her bad? Stupid? I don't think her husband thought so, but now she's gone. Did it make her selfish? She's gone, we'll never know because it's just a story. She went out there in the dark, maybe she meant to come back. I don't know the answers. She died out there among the cliffs, among the trolls, in the cold and the dark. That's how the story goes. And she's not coming back. She's not coming back.

I Can't Say Goodbye, Oil pastel and ink

I Can't Say Goodbye, Oil pastel and ink

Oil pastel undercoat

Oil pastel undercoat

Pencil drawing

Pencil drawing

Last Breath, Oil pastel and ink

Last Breath, Oil pastel and ink

Oil pastel undercoating

Oil pastel undercoating

Troll detail

Troll detail

Wife detail

Wife detail

Shoreline detail

Shoreline detail

Ísjaki, Oil pastel and ink

Ísjaki, Oil pastel and ink

Ink overcoat

Ink overcoat

Oil pastel undercoating

Oil pastel undercoating

Reynisdrangar, Oil pastel and ink

Reynisdrangar, Oil pastel and ink