Mr. Speed 2007/2008 Velocity

 

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Smile changed to Kyeombi because the world became a dark place.

The 2007–2008 time period was a time of great creation, different creative works, and ultimately it ended in great failure. When you basically have no support to create anything, and nobody actually wants you to succeed—even—it's all fun and jokes to just mold you into something you really are not. And then Kyeombi was formed in a staunch rebellion of this bullshit. Next. Against this bullshit.

My parents were not very helpful. In fact, we had some very nasty conflicts during that time period, which made me reassess who they are as people—from the nice people that they present themselves as, to the actual flawed individuals that they pretend they are not in public. And ultimately, basically, if I was a parent, I wouldn’t have done that to my child. Fuck them.

Also, yeah, I don’t care if that’s unprofessional or whatever, but comics is never actually a professional thing at all. If you actually look at anything that's posted—so fuck all that shit. Period.

I found myself looking out into the abyss. There aren’t dark things looking back at me, but this—this inspired everything. I would try and try to work on these works, and just have to watch the most mediocre bullshit that has ever existed on TV—Hell's Kitchen with Gordon Ramsay, Grey's Anatomy. And that is all I ever wanted to do—was create TV shows. But no—you gotta do all this bullshit in this society to ultimately make things so fucking hard, and then maybe it becomes easier to create these things.

Especially with AI tools, there is some argument to democratizing creative works. Indeed.

In the end, this is like a new work that basically fits in the style of that era of cartoons. And ultimately, it could be so easily done in like a Flash-style sound and presentation. And people would be so enamored by it, in how it captures that time period.

Why are you gonna ask why I never posted before? Because I really—am I in a good place to even post anything, when all it would end up being is just another failure upon failure? Nobody got time for that. That’s why I spent years training to make these different comics—so I could do this, so I could return and rebuild what was destroyed.

And so when I look at this shit—I look at this stuff—I see the past and what it was supposed to be.

It’s like Mister Speed—but not at all. And ultimately—ultimately, what the fuck. It’s just so forgotten. I didn’t remember it until I looked inside my old books. I talked to myself: this is an opportunity. This is an opportunity to continue.

In what way to do that? I just take the same idea as last week, but for this one. And you find out—you find out that you got something going on there that can’t actually be replicated again. By anyone.

And ultimately, I find myself in a place—parallel, in a case of insanity—in that time. You literally don’t know the shit that I waited through during that time period. But the works that I share show what this work truly is.

I don’t believe it’s separate—they all work together to make a new narrative for the building of Kyeombi. Without these works being lost, there is no Kyeombi.

Ultimately, you gotta understand that I didn’t know how bad things were in that time period. But the bad experiences were just destroying the chances of these works being created. Where in hindsight, you could just make four fucking images together and be done with it.

You know how long a dude had to study to even come back to this problem? Ten years. Ten years. And that’s only because I resolved some discipline.

Do you want to decide to write something concrete? But I look, you know—I see that shit. I had multiple versions of my works, some that never actually made it into the ideal database. Maybe those versions were better than what I would create now. So many different characters and concepts were just evaporated.

I looked at portfolios, and I basically drove the world down so low that it’s unrecognizable to what it was supposed to be—or could even be. It’s like you knocked it down from what its true potential could even be.

And so whatever I show you is just a watered-down version of the true story. Which is why I made a new set—that is the true vision.

The true vision of this work is literally desperation, just like that time—but something is still within the idealism of the same era, what was popular action-wise. And that dark tone—like a Linkin Park music video. I don’t even remember the name anymore.

I believe I would leave the radio on sometimes when we’d sleep. Many times during middle school, that song would play when I was forced to wake up—and it would be such an inspiration.

You know, later on I clashed with my mother with my blogging shit. She said that’s too much information to be putting out there, and I’d be like—no. Every time she tries to look at my work, it feels like it's to control and hinder it.

Now, some people may not like to hear that. I’m so sorry—but fuck that shit.

I find myself understanding and acknowledging in my mind that whole cycle: I don’t want to go to school anymore by this time. But I realize there’s no other place to do anything else. So I must go there.

And ultimately, this is just a small snippet of the importance of that time.

This work was like a latent project—pushed down the barrel so that it would never be the work that actually got any height. But here you have two different main characters in this one who have speed abilities—you can see them in action.

They are supposed to be a dark survival story against the Dark Tribe, which features their princess—who I never actually got to draw or anything at all.

And ultimately, there was supposed to be a dark organization too. They weren’t supposed to have allies—but there was a fairy girl who was supposed to be listed below. And to go further, they would find other teenage allies, and it would be a whole different series.

And ultimately—I never got to do anything.

I forgot about it. Until I looked into the book and remembered everything. Remembered everything—even why I wasn’t able to create in the first place.

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