The REMAKE/REMODEL meme is one of my favourite things. I will run a new one every Monday. A few entries will be showcased on http://www.Bleedingcool.com at the end of each challenge.
In a slight change to the regular programming YOU HAVE TWO WEEKS to submit your entries. That’s because I’m fucking off on my honeymoon and don’t want to miss seeing what you come up with. This one’s as splendid as it is tricky. Take time to think. We’ll be back to the spandex next time, I promise.
THE RULES:
This is ART ONLY. Any pen-portraits, or crappy scribbles padded-out with words, will cause deployment of the Urethral Attack Maggots. And a banned account.
No stock-photo manipulation. No half-arsed bollocks. Anything deemed to be piss-takery will be nuked from orbit. Original photography is fine.
No more than ONE submission by any one person.
INSTRUCTIONS:
FAUST
I recently read that a comicbook-industry legend is making a new graphic novel, telling a Brave! New! Version! of a much-loved classic romantic tragedy... (in fact... you might say it’s the classic romantic tragedy.)
…Which, for no fucking reason, will now be set in the midst of a future tech war featuring – I shit you not – cyborgs “made of artificial DNA” and multifarious zappy death-lasers. On the plus side, it looks very very pretty. On the minus side, it’s about as lazy as Invention gets, and appears to add nothing to the thematic subject at the heart of the tale. At least it's not fucking garden gnomes, right?
Anyway. I have decided we can do better.
The Faust legend is as old as the hills. Man meets demon, man sells soul to demon in exchange for global knowledge and self-indulgence, man gets global knowledge and self-indulgence, man dies, man goes to hell to be prodded in the bottom by pointy little devils for the rest of eternity, sanctimonious fuckers the world over say “I told you so.”
Marlowe retold it in a play in five acts. Goethe retold it as a closet drama in two parts.
You will retell it in a single image. Listen:
It is the 21st Century. Knowledge is as worthless as it is ubiquitous. Self-indulgence is as easy as entering a Google-term and plugging-in the peripherals.
What would drive a person, in this world, to sell their soul? How, and to whom, would they sell it?
Gaah. I have answers to "What would drive a person, in this world, to sell their soul?" and "How, and to whom, would they sell it?". However, I can't draw, and these ideas don't lend themselves to my level of photography.
Im afraid i may have sold my soul for half an once of baccy as a teenager! Looking forward to seeing the amazing art you guys constantly knock out. keep it up.
For some reason my mind is going to The Hellbound Heart, by Clive Barker. Sort of making a deal with the devil in exchange for pleasure beyond human imagination. And of course, the fucker doesn't realize that "pleasure" is something that's completely up for interpretation. Hmm...
Apologies for entering this thread without art, but anyone interested in Faust (which should be everyone) must read Jack Faust by Micheal Swanwick. Brilliant modernization of the piece. Nominated for the British Science Fiction, Hugo and Locus awards if you need that kind of recommendation.
Oh, nice. Can't wait to see what you come up with. Barker's one of those writers whose work is very very hit or miss but it's like a meteor-strike when it hits.