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"Science fiction is the art of the possible."

—Ray Bradbury, born on this day in 1920

Illustration of The Long Rain by Ray Bradbury. Art by Cristina Bencina.

Available as a print here.

An illustration sketch for chapter one of Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes.

I'd say there's more to come as I dog-eared a bunch of scenes I'd love to draw, but I had to return the book to my brother-in-law.

“The October Country…that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain…” -Ray Bradbury

The children sensed, if they could not say, that fantasy, and its robot child science fiction, is not escape at all. But a circling round of reality to enchant it and make it behave.

- Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing

comic adaptation of Ray Bradbury's The Fog Horn

Ed Valigursky

It was a quiet morning, the town covered over with darkness and at ease in bed. Summer gathered in the weather, the wind had the proper touch, the breathing of the world was long and warm and slow. You had only to rise, lean from your window, and know that this indeed was the first real time of freedom and living, this was the first morning of summer.

— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (William Morrow Paperbacks; April 23, 2013) (via Cultural Offering)