An alternately masked and then bearded serial killer sails around in his house made of nightmares, inviting you to stroll the hallways with him. But do so at your own peril.
I really love this comic. It's just weird, plainly and gloriously weird, though like all good surrealist pieces, it exudes the possibility of making sense, but glides just out of reach. More plainly, a film version of Mr. Pyridine would have to be directed by David Lynch. It's that kind of comic.
The artist, one Mahendra Singh, still creates but I think this was Mr. Pyridine's solo flight.
A pity, though perhaps the world isn't really ready for more Mr. Pyridine.
Or perhaps he's really inside all of us.
More to come...
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