The short version: I’m doing a webcomic. It’s called JUSTITIA. It’s about the choices we make every moment of everyday, and how they continue to affect the world long after we are gone. It’s also a 1940s gangster/superhero/cop story that ends in the current day with two old guys battling to the death atop a building. Also, I am doing all the art for it using only Adobe Photoshop and a mouse (see! all that “mouse only” art WAS leading up to something!).

The shorter version: Me. Webcomic. You. Read. Pitch? It’s about history (real history). And it’s about justice.

PS. Clicking on either poster will take you to the comic’s site. Which, will be rather inactive until the comic launches ON CHRISTMAS DAY.

The long version:

Everything has to begin somewhere. MANY MOONS AGO!….when I was young, and naive, before I had grown nervous that someone else would come up with similar ideas (or worse yet, HAD) as my own, before I had a name for my hero, before I knew this would be a comic book…. before any of this, there was a question.

“what does the world look like to the Flash?”

Not having read a single Flash comic at the time, I had not been graced with the work of Carmine Infantino (who if I recall, addresses this very quandary in the first issue of the silver-age Flash series). And yet, my mind came up with practically the same answer as those before me had.

The world must look very slow to him.

“But then, if the world is slow,” I thought, “wouldn’t light be moving slower….and what would happen if he could extend his speed to others….what would that sensation be like for someone, whose body could not adapt to changing it’s speed?….and….and-”

Whoops, there I go, potentially spoiling things to come.

Regardless, as the days passed these questions and answers began to take shape in a nameless character (whose name I have struggled with up until I decided to finally make this), a man wearing a black fedora and cloak, whose skin seemed to be a thin transparent film, holding in nothing but black smoke. And with those images came more and more questions…..”why does his skin look this way?” “Why does he dress like this?”…and on and on and on…….

If ever my tendency to overthink things has played out in my favor, it was with this.

Because I’ve finally reached a point, where I don’t have any questions left, I’ve reached a point where all that stood in my way, was myself. I figured, I could hold onto this idea forever with the hopes of one day having the world read it, or I could do it now, because I wanted to. Maybe one person will read it, maybe no one will read it, but at least I’ll have done it. And that for the time, is enough for me.

-Amedeo Turturro