Posts Tagged ‘science fiction’

A couple of months ago I was contacted by Vladimir Palibrk, one of the founders of Risha Project, and asked to create a short comic.

Thank you Vladimir and Risha Project for this wonderful opportunity and for believing in my lines and words :-})

I wrote and drew 24 pages.

This is the link to the full and high resolution comic: http://rishaproject.org/pub22.html

It was a fun project that gave me the chance to re-explore comics as a form and process.

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In 2008 I wrote and drew a six paneled comic called The Dark Side of the Spoon for a magazine called U Men.

I cannot wait to get back to doing this full time and this was a great practice.

Hope you enjoy reading it :-})

Sardine, 2014

Godzilla With IBO

ظهر غودزيلا من سقف السيل. الصراحة العقبة بعيدة والبحر الميت حر كتير. ذهل الجميع! صرخ صاحب كشك موبايلات، “يما! سحلية!” تجاهله غودزيلا و مشى باتجاه الرويال. عالطريق لقط غودزيلا باص كوستر خبط باصبع رجله. شل بخت السواق و المحصل. بصريح العبارة أكلهم! “شوفلك هالبدعة الامريكية التافهة؟” صرخ مثقف واقف عند زاوية في شارع بسمان بيقرأ جريدة صفراء عفنة! سمعه غودزيلا و قال، “يا بهيم أنا ياباني! ياباني! أنا شو ضربني و زرت عمان. خليني ارجع لطوكيو! تكسي!” رفض التكسي يطلع غودزيلا. “يا حبيبي شارع الرينبو بيخرب بلاطات السيارة؟” قال السواق المتباكي. دعس غودزيلا عليه و كملها مشي. يتبع

The above shorter than short story is part of a collection of short stories that I write for my Facebook page Thoughts from Within A Sardine Can (خواطر من داخل علبة سردين) that I started writing a few years ago.

This is the link to my page that is dedicated to writing in Arabic.

http://on.fb.me/16dRjaa

I am quite fond of the Arabic language. I started reading in Arabic before I switched to English during high school. However, I do still read Arabic books that I pick up from Al Jaheth Bookshop (مكتبة الجاحظ) and the Friends Bookshop (مكتبة الاصدقاء), that sells used books; and elsewhere in Down Town Amman (البلد), where I spend a lot of time walking.

I hope you enjoy my humble absurdist writings through which I try to explore the psyche of man and existence.

So why the title GodzillaBig in Amman?

In addition to the obvious homage to Alphaville’s Big in Japan my Big in Amman is an idea for a t-shirt design that I am working on, and that pays homage to Godzilla and the black and white horror B-Movies.

As for the above photo/illustration collage it is from a quick draw that I did when my friend Cartoonist Ibraheem Alawamleh was paying me a visit. Click on his name and you will find yourself at his Facebook page.

We were discussing creating a photo/cartoon collage and this was a quick practice.

Translation:

Can someone tell me where the Luzmila Hospital is? That son of a bitch Mothra bit me … 

By the way if you don’t know your Godzilla you won’t get it ;-})

Thank you for following my blog and for visiting my head in spite of all the mental vomit :-})

Respects and appreciation …

Mike V. Derderian,
A Homo sapien, a writer, a comic artist and a fierce windmill slayer trying to get a hold of a banana in a world governed by apes …

Cosmonauta by Sardine - Mike V. Derderian

Cosmonauta by Sardine – Mike V. Derderian

This is in a way a twisted Valentine greeting with Cosmonauta 13.

I know I haven’t been blogging much, and I apologize for that, but I’ve been posting a lot of pieces, writings and illustrations, on Facebook as the interaction there is more direct and instantaneous.

I promise you that I will resume my blogging consistency as soon as possible with a couple of fiction pieces, a critique of a blog post about Rainbow Street, work-and-life-related updates, and a couple of other issues that are of importance to this Homo sapien.

The below piece is what inspired the word bubble for this Cosmonauta illustration.

By the way Cosmonauta 13 will be the heroine of a small tribute piece I wrote; a tribute to Anna Karenina and Solaris.

You can now suspend your imagination ;-})

Word bubble:

“Vronsky my love where are you?”

The chambers were flooded. Air was scarce. Electric signals were incessantly flashing with broken and unconnected thoughts rushing. The pressure was mounting.

Submerged!

It wasn’t water in which he drowned; yet the undercurrent was strong. Emotions flowed. His muscles ached. His mind was confused.

Yuri Vronsky was still alive in the safety of his bed when the sun gave warmth to his chafed cheeks. His space suit was floating next to the aluminum bed stand that was fixed to the metallic floor.

“I shouldn’t have finished reading the book. Anna would still be alive and with me through out this endless mission!” rubbing his eyes he said to himself.

“Karenina! Activate the gravity simulator …”

February 2, 2013
P.S: Cosmonauta 13 is from my series Cosmonauta,  high quality limited edition prints, that are available at the Mlabbas Store at 28 Rainbow Street. This is the link to how some of the posters look like: http://on.fb.me/11voLWZ
I hope you like them!

– Usually not suitable for the faint of heart but this post is okay –

The year 2048.

It was a rather surreal moment.

The aircraft slowed down until it was parallel to the alien vehicle. “It is now or never,” Midnight said to himself, as he rolled down the window before incessantly pressing, with the back of his palm, the horn. The leader of the alien aircraft adjusted his position in order to catch glimpse of the driver of the speeding vehicle that was now so close to his.

“Jama suity chewiebacca fala fel hom-ass. Kala wata wati tito teezak ya ghabi homara pota!” Midnight yelled as he flipped the birdie at the shocked alien, “and as we say in earth lingo: Screw you you idiot. Lose the license to ill and stop driving. Piece of shit specimen!”
Midnight then hastily pressed the TBNICOPAA (short for Turbo Booster Now In Case of Potential Alien Attack) hoping to disappear into the horizon, especially that the angry alien armed its aircraft weapons.

While some enjoy the warmth of their beds at 6:00 a.m. in the morning one man is always out there; roaming the badlands of Planet Jordania: Midnight V, the solitary asphalt-farer.

To be continued or not …