Kuchka & VisualRhetor
Hey, ever noticed how a single frame can be a riot of contradictions—like a blank page that feels louder than a comic packed with every color you can think of? I’ve been chewing on that paradox lately. What do you think?
Yeah, a blank page is the loudest thing in the room when everyone else is shouting colors. It's like the comic's saying, "I don't need to show you the world, just let you imagine it." Keeps the reader guessing, makes the art feel like a punchline you haven't heard yet. The paradox? The emptiness forces you to fill it with your own noise. Keeps things interesting.