My name is Elin Hjulström Lord and I love stories. Be it movies, books or the story behind a single illustration. But most of all I love comics. So whenever I can find the time I dive into my own comics projects, often in the shape of wordless, poetic stories featuring the cute character (of unknown species) named Ipp.
"When the sun died solar energy became big business, with multinational conglomerates installing power plants on distant stars, making their share holders rich beyond measure.
Not that any of that wealth ever reaches the off-galaxy solar rig worker, spending years and years behind the life supporting solar shield."
"To minimize the risk of injury it's important to warm up and stretch before engaging in physical activity."
“Plat du jour: fried lizard eggs with crispy beetles, seasoned with rust, dust and flakes of old paint.”
“Greasy fast-food wrappers on the floor, solidified chewing gum on the window, an overpowering smell of disinfectant… Just another morning on the Subsurface Metro. Now and again you see a whale, though, which kind of makes up for it.”
“The Wasteland was a peculiar place. At first glance you might take it for an ordinary landscape covered in a greenish fog. But as you approach the trees turn to skeletons of old machinery, ponds to oil spill and islands to vast heaps of waste.
I called it home nonetheless.”
“We had exhausted the soil and drained our water supplies. We had taken so much and returned so little and now there was nothing left.
So we turned to the skies.”
"Yes, I know there's only one “n” in obstinacy. But what the client wants the client gets."
"Anyone up for croquet?"
"I Call Him Charles"
Madame Mignonne and Alice the Human
When the Battle is Won We Count Our Dead
Clothing from Vidzeme, Latvia
Ipp Below the Sea
Ipp Below the Sea (page 1)
Ipp Below the Sea (page 9)
Ipp and the Stone Face
Ipp and the Water Spirit (page 1)
Ipp and the Water Spirit (page 5)
Ipp and the Moose God