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We had just picked Jeremy up from wrestling practice when Mom told us that one of his classmates, Asher Jenkins, had drowned the night before. She said she’d heard the news from another mother who’d heard it from Jeremy’s sixth grade science teacher, but I knew that he probably hadn’t listened past Asher’s name. He sat sweating in the backseat of our Toyota, still wearing his knee pads, clutching a backpack to his chest. I watched him in the passenger seat’s visor mirror — watched those big ears that stuck out from under his frizzy blond hair, his bony elbows, his eyes fixed on some distant point. He was getting so tall. I’d seen him ask our brother, Chris, to measure him at least a hundred times, interrupting the white paint of the doorframe of the bedroom they shared with gray tick marks, trying to see if he’d grown in the last week, day, hour. When he spoke, his voice was still the voice of a boy, but I knew it would begin to change very soon.

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“Apocalypse City: 63″ – by John Hoban

Apocalypse City Issue 3 Page 002


Acrylic Paint and Crayon on Canvas, 16” x 20”, 2015

***Not Available For Purchase***

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About This Work:

This work was inspired by a short story of the same name, written by none other than my beautiful girlfriend.  In the tale she created, the two main characters were a little girl representing the epitome of childhood innocence, and her pet clownfish whom she loved dearly.  As one of her best friends growing up, the tiny clownfish was treated like royalty by the young girl eager to express her love and joy in having such a wonderful pet.  The girl even celebrated her fish’s birthdays by taping a balloon to his tank, as depicted in my painting.  I created the light yellow background of the piece with crayon to give it a more childish air, and then proceeded to paint the main subject seemingly floating in the middle of some brightly colored abyss.  The reason for my doing this is that I did not want the fish tank to be located in any definitive space.  I wanted to leave the surroundings up to the viewer’s imagination, so that it could either be resting on a platform or being carried away by some strong breeze.  As for the significance of the title being “Anvils,” well it would just ruin the story if I gave that away wouldn’t it?

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