viernes, 3 de marzo de 2017

Salón Internacional del Cómic de Granada.

Si vais a ir al Salón del Cómic de Granada y queréis presentar vuestro portafolio podéis inscribiros aquí.

Tras registraros, preparad un portafolio de cómic o de ilustración.

Portafolio de ilustración: Enseñad una gama diferenciada de ilustraciones, donde el editor pueda ver vuestra capacidad en diferentes estilos y técnicas de ilustración.

Portafolio de cómic: Es importante que haya sobretodo páginas de arte secuencial, con un mínimo de 6 páginas y un máximo de 12. Estaría bien que fueran páginas de personajes de la editorial, pero no es preciso. Si vais a ofreceros como artistas secuenciales que trabaja el lápiz y la tinta, poner las dos versiones. Si además ofrecéis trabajo de color, poner seguidas tres versiones. No está de más ver alguna ilustración, pero lo importante es arte secuencial.

Si el book esta a papel, dejad un CD o un Pen para que el editor se lleve. Y si el book es digital, enseñarlo en una tablet o similar, dejando también un CD o un Pen.

Aquí tenéis un guión de prueba para los tres editores de comic:

SPLASH
We’re at the same place we left off.
Mexican stand-off between Pettit and his guys and Huntress and Nightwing with Barbara somewhere in scene if you can fit her in. But mainly we have Nightwing and Huntress seething with disdain for one another as guns are pointed at Nightwing.
TITLE: BY FORCE OF ARMS!
NIGHTWING: YOU’RE SIDING WITH PETTIT AND HIS BULLIES NOW, HUNTRESS.
HUNTRESS: THE RULES HAVE CHANGED, LOVER. IN FACT, THEY’VE BEEN ERASED.
HUNTRESS: YOU AND YOUR GOODY-GOODY PALS ARE OVER.


PAGES TWO AND THREE

INSET PANEL ONE
A SWAT guy in full armor and mask points a rifle at Barbara who sits back from her keyboard with folded arms and an angry smirk.
SWAT 2: HANDS OFF THE KEYBOARD, LADY.
SWAT 2: WE’VE HAD A GUTFULL OF YOUR LITTLE SNARES.
BARBARA: OBVIOUSLY YOUR SUBSCRIPTION TO WIRED RAN OUT.
I DON’T NEED TO TOUCH ANYTHING.

INSET PANEL TWO

Barbara in close up smiles darkly as she speaks. She has her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
BARBARA: TYNDALE.
BARBARA: CANSECO.
BARBARA: WINTERGREEN.

BIG SPREAD
A brilliant flash of light fills the room and turns everything into stark black and white. No color. Nightwing is jumpkicking Pettit to one side as Huntress and the rest react to the terrible pain stabbing at their eyes right about now. Barbara calls out from her workstation. The guy by her is clutching his eyes and calling out.
HUNTRESS: OH!

PETTIT: unnfh!

SWAT 3: GAAAAH!
SWAT 2: MY EYES!
BARBARA: NIGHTWING!
NIGHTWING: NICE MOVE, BABS!


PAGE FOUR

PANEL ONE
The brilliant light is gone.
Babs has one of those telescoping batons like Secret Service guys use and she whaps the poor blinded SWAT 2 across the knees with it doubling him over.
BARBARA: YOU MENTIONED YOU WERE HAVING YOUR MASK LENSES POLARIZED.
BARBARA: I HOPE YOU DID.
SWAT 2: AAAAGH!

PANEL TWO
Nightwing is on the move and shoulders a still blinded Huntress into some furniture.
NIGHTWING: SURE DID.
NIGHTWING: LOOKS LIKE MISSY HERE DIDN’T GET THAT UPGRADE.

HUNTRESS: YOU---aaah!


PANEL THREE
Pettit, eyes staring and pupils dilated to pinpoints, rises from the floor with blood trickling from his mouth and his M-16 held meaningfully.
PETTIT: YOU WIN THIS ROUND!
PETTIT: BUT IT AIN’T OVER, SMARTGUY!


PAGE FIVE


PANEL ONE
Nightwing has leapt to tackle Barbara and send them both rolling away from her main computer array as bullets crash into to from off panel. A still blind SWAT 2 is crawling in a panic.
BARBARA: HE’S CRAZY!
NIGHTWING: THEN YOU UNDERSTAND THE SITUATION, BABS.

PANEL TWO
They sail through a doorway with a few stray bullets clipping bits off of the bricks around it.
NIGHTWING: YOU GOT ANY MORE BELLS AND WHISTLES?

BARBARA: DOES ZESTI HAVE COLA?

NIGHTWING: ATTAGIRL!

PANEL THREE
Pettit’s rage is passing as he rubs his eyes in pain, the smoking rifle in his fist. A gloved hand is reaching for his shoulder.
PETTIT: LOCK THIS PLACE DOWN!
PETTIT: THEY WON’T GET BY US AGAIN!

PANEL FOUR
Tight shot. Huntress pulls his head back by the hair from behind and she hisses in his ear as she holds a slim throwing dagger to his throat. They both look like they belong on a National Geographic special on predators.
HUNTRESS: LISTEN UP, PETTIT.
HUNTRESS: YOU’RE GONNA GET ONE OF US KILLED WITH THAT COWBOY STUFF.
PETTIT: I’M COOL, HUNTRESS.
PETTIT: IT’S JUST I HATE THOSE MASKED PUNKS.


PAGE SIX

PANEL ONE
Huntress releases Pettit as his boys recover around him.
PETTIT: THEY’RE ADVENTURERS. THEY PLAY AT FIGHTING CRIME.
PETTIT: MAKES ME SICK. JUST LIKE GORDON. LIKE YOU CAN GO TOE-TO-TOE WITH EVIL AND KEEP YOUR SHOES CLEAN.

PANEL TWO

Pettit in close shot slapping a new magazine into his rifle. He scowls.
PETTIT: WITH GOTHAM TURNED WILDERNESS ALL BETS ARE OFF. THEY DON’T GET THAT.
PETTIT: BUT YOU WALKED AWAY FROM THOSE FREAKS. YOU GET IT, HUNTRESS.

PANEL THREE

Huntress’ eyes narrow in a closeshot.
HUNTRESS: I GET IT, BILLY.
HUNTRESS: AT LEAST I’M STARTING TO.

PANEL FOUR
Barbara is at a smaller computer station in a windowless, block-walled room. Very spartan. She taps keys in the glow from the monitor.
BARBARA: THIS IS MY “SAFE” ROOM.
BARBARA: I CAN STILL RUN THE HOUSE FROM HERE. WHAT’S WITH YOU AND THE WITCH?

PANEL FIVE
Slice panel. Bab’s looking from the corner of one eye with alarm.
BARBARA: DICK?

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