In his saturated and shattered dystopia, socializing at the bar was possible, but it required a murder and a long scary walk. Sanders may have wanted to make some vent art at this time, and we did this with him. This picture is about a fractured city with shards of it floating in the air. Some anthro lynx is out to go get a beer and its really an early version of Vie. Did Vie have to murder someone to get there? He has a gun in his hand that he didn't use. What happened to the dead character near the door is that he was forced to die and Vie didn't have to pull the trigger. Someone wanted to frame Vie though - and then stopped. Vie went to go get his drink, so long as the zinc sheets of the rusty old catwalk don't fall out from under him.

This picture is kind of a depiction of our existence. We live in this color video game saturated world and there's shady stuff all around. But there's fucked up shit too. One day Sanders went to a comic book store near the empire state building only to find a severed leg laying on the street in a puddle of blood. Some guy had jumped from his office in the empire state, landed a ledge and off came his leg onto the sidewalk. We went to a comic book store RIGHT after this and said to ourselves.... what is this kid going to do. About himself? Can someone just get a clue that we need to either end his life or be something legendary? My thoughts at this point are that we have been something legendary, legendary enough for our company to not care about Vie anymore.

We're understanding people though. I think if we were shown the right kind of support things could change for Sanders. We need to see things. We need to do things. We're just that way about ourselves.