I’ve always danced with subliminal—and sometimes flamboyant—messages, slinking, twirling and sliding my made-up propaganda across the ballroom floor. Coming up with fictional catch phrases and cheeky, dystopian propaganda is a fun pastime for me!
When I was in grade school, my best friend and I would perform little plays in our driveways for the neighborhood kids. What’s a good play without some commercials? To this day, the jingle she and I came up with for our “wonderful shrinking machine” still rings strong, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.
I suppose The Year is E0422 has a bit of dystopian flair to it. A chapter I was editing was begging for a little bit of tender loving care. The cure? I added a new scene involving a television series. The series is nothing but shameless propaganda in its purest form. Too bad my character only got to see a clip of it. The world needs to indulge in retro costumes, cheesy dialogue, and go-go boot clad cops every now and then.
Here is a little E0422 concept piece I did just for fun. I recycled the guy from another drawing because I was just going for an idea. Even so, he is proud to serve his beloved empire
Saturday’s major accomplishment was finishing an advertisement for a device every proper citizen of the empire owns and enjoys. I’ll post that gem next time!
