This collection had the saddest story EVER!!!! And yes, that's me at the bottom. Risso added me to the story as a character. Why I made myself so big? Because I'm an asshole. And when would I ever get the chance again?
The sillhouette of the grungy black trumpeter in contrast to the negative space is imediately striking and recognizable. There is a sad, lonely, hard luck song playing as you are now pulled into the details, walking the street of New Orleans. The blue fade to purple cuts the orange, cool against warm, the colors are like evil tring to be good. This is the grey area of the world were moral lines converge. All the sins, hope and regrets are here to emote the human experience in it's raw grittiest moments.