Long story here. In Spring of 2019, I was approached by a woman named Nancee who wanted to commission a piece for her dad, whose older brother was lost and presumed dead in 1944, during a fairly routine Navy training mission off the coast of Florida, out over the infamous Bermuda Triangle. Nancee’s dad, had, of course, reached an advanced age, and while there wasn't a deadline to speak of, time was very much of the essence. Well, as it happens, Nancee herself wasn’t in the best of health, and near around the time I completed this 9 panel grid chronicling my imagined version of the details (it’s a MUCH longer story than I’ve related here), her medical prognosis wasn’t…Well, it wasn't good. Like, at all. I was able to get the piece to Nancee and by Nancee to her dad, and that makes me happy inside. That’s actually them in the last panel. I wanted the reader to be able to track Nance’s dad throughout which is why he carries that slingshot in his back pocket well into adulthood. And the little girl in the plaid dress is Nance, herself; a comics, horror and Sether loving lady who never hesitated to drop the dime where a good time was on the line. I haven’t heard from her in a few months now, and the way things were going, I fear the worst. Nonetheless, it is important we remember, and everyone who reads Last Flight Of The Phoenix is complicit in an act of memory, more than seventy five years old.
Copyright 2019 J. Paul Schiek. Art and lettering completed in Procreate on iPad Pro.