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Welcome to Sena’s Adventures!

A webcomic set in the world of Avatar: The Last Airbender

With new characters, locations, and lore!

The Government Building in Shun Fei, one of the three independent city states

The story takes place 165 years after the original story, with a completely different world building than Legend of Korra. (Yes, this comic is a sequel to AtLA and not LoK.)

Life in Shun Fei is a little bit different than how things used to be.

As for the main character of the story, it is Sena, a 12 year-old, non-bender boy. He is a bookworm and mostly annoyed with his life.

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Now, please let me tell you a little bit about how this comic came to be!

I was a die-hard fan of Avatar: The Last Airbender as a kid, and that love has never died. I've always felt that Avatar's world was so lush and alive, that so many unique stories could be born from it. And even the most simple and humble ones would be infinitely interesting.

You definitely don't have to agree with me, but I was personally disappointed with how things went after the first series, meaning with both LoK and the comics (which I must admit I've never watched or read in entirety). For one thing, I couldn't come to terms with how Avatar's world had changed so much and became a lot more like our own world. So I asked, "If it were me, how would I write it?" And that's how this comic came to be.

( Despite this, I really hope that LoK fans will still enjoy my story as an AU! )

Sena's Adventures, at its core, is meant to be a story which examines the complex spiritual problems that arise from modernization. AtLA did something very similar, but through the framework of imperialism and war. Sena's Adventures on the other hand, takes place in a peaceful time. And even though its world is technologically far less advanced than that of LoK, it still carries the seed of a conflict between "reason and magic".

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I wanted this story to feel simple and naive, like a children’s story. I really like that about AtLA and I believe many others do too, despite our biological ages.

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And a final confession. I have never tried being active on the internet consistently before and it makes me a bit nervous. I have actually been drawing this comic for almost 2 years and I made only 24 pages in total, because I had very long breaks. But now that I’m uploading it, I intend to try my best to keep it going consistently.

Just so you know, from page 9 and on, I went monochrome for convenience and I’ll probably go less detailed with the shading in future pages for the same reason.

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Please enjoy Sena’s story!

( I’m really excited for the other main characters to be revealed, but it will take a while! )

Sometimes the art process takes me nowhere near my own personal look on art. 

This particular image started out with me painting a red circle, and continued without my own will. This is how it goes:  There is a direct instruction in my head to paint a certain color in a certain shape in a certain place. After I do that, I get the second instruction that may appear very clearly or sometimes rather blurry. 

Step by step I follow out this out of nowhere input, and I don’t judge whatever it may be doing. It is as though of I am not creating the image myself, but recreating an already existing image. 

When I finish, I am unsure whether I actually like what comes out, since I never included my own taste and interest in it anyway. But I still pay it much respect since it comes from the other side with a reason.

This painting is quite small (smaller than A5 I believe) with miniature details, which you see enhanced here. I used tiny brushes to make it and applied the paint in many thin layers. I would have wished to show you the physical piece. Unlike big paintings, you need to hold this close to you and get closer and closer to see each detail. I love that.

I am immensely captivated by early Renaissance landscape art. How they paint each tree and rock, the bizarre architecture, the blue mountains far away, the silence and magic… It just feels like somewhere I know and very real. This is a painting that come about because of those feelings.

Sadly I still lack a name for it. Well, maybe...

Castle of Alchemists, 2020

At last, I have gotten into my own zone of creativity after a long long way being lost.

It is no surprise but I am nevertheless delighted to understand that each person has their own path in art, which they do not get to choose for themselves. Appearently mine is in painting detailed and pretty pictures of imaginary places and imaginary people. So I discover different worlds and I paint images from those worlds.

Even though there are all sorts of things I enjoy looking at, I came to understand that something which exist only in its own right in a frame doesn’t grab my interest enough to engage in its creation. I am only motivated to make art when I have a story in mind. I mean characters and places, not a whole plot. But it is a story, and one that only I know of. So such a painting I make is never solely its content as it is, but has its totality in me. It is a whole other world which I seem to somehow connect to.

I am not interested in things of this world, as in the common world that is shared by the whole collective. A lot of artworks only speak to you through a filter of culture. Unfortunately the modern artists did a horrible job in this sense. They were interested in art itself (mostly in how it could express ambigious ideas through shifts of perception) and produced for art’s sake. This meant that they stayed in the boundaries of this world with mere inventions to rediscover it in different ways. All the play with the form was mostly due to a need to pierce through the rigidity of cultural conditioning. The production of an art piece was done (consciously or unconsciously) in consideration to the knowledge of existing forms, hence the cultural relevence. You play in the same ground that you are trying to destroy, only on the other side of it.

I don’t and will never see art as a concept inside the context of collective life. I believe that art is something so personal, so geniune, so naive that there can be no intelligable, sensible reason for making art. Art doesn’t care about common standarts of beauty or properness, but neighter favours unconventionality. It doesn’t care about originality, expression, inovation, or anything that has any sort of meaning in social terms. Art doesn’t care about what some audience will percieve of of it. Art doesn’t consider the situations of an outside world that a human may find relevant. Art doesn’t even care about the earthly wishes and worries of its own producer. It commands you in ways that you may not wish it had.

Art doesn’t care about anything but its own source of springing that we do not understand by any means. That is what Jung called the (collective) unconscious. I was foolish to think that such manifestation could only happen in a sort of psychic manner, almost without my consent. It appears that my personality with all of its earthliness has artistic quality instead, and it alone can do this. It is an incredible discovery that my simple inspirations that appear absolutely personal to me are actually springing from an impersonal “spiritual” source. So essentially my understanding of the so called spiritual was heavily lacking. So was my understanding of art and crafts of course. (Yes, I think that crafts are such an important part of this whole thing as well but I am running out of energy to write more)

I honestly had such a hard time without this singlemost activity of mine that has always been so essential to me. It surely never could have been thought of as a coincidence that the first thing I started to do as a toddler was to draw vigorously. And during all the other times of my life as well. But I also have a quite philosophical mind, so I can never do something without also thinking about its meaning. I have to consciously put it in its right place in my system. Finding out about and enjoying new aspects of art, as well as making the huge discovery of the psychic realms, I was entirely confused as to what art was is in the past 3 years. And of course there is the part about starting to see myself as an adult who has to take some part in society, hence the problem of submitting to its rules. My mind came to be stronger than my will and I lost my connection to the source of my artistic inspiration. When I was left without it, I never felt safe and at home.

Now I understand better and appreciate its gift more. I no longer try to be an artist, because I know I am one. I don’t judge what I produce but I make sure I am enjoying myself. There are still all sorts of causes of frustration, but they too shall pass.

If anybody has actually read this, have a nice day!

The Pathfinder and At Least 3 Worlds (2018) 

This image is significant to me, which has much to do with its unusual way of emerging. It is not my creation but rather my sober hallucination. I started with tree branch-like shapes and a background texture. In the texture I was seeing things, and I started giving them visibility by going over them, preserving their original appearance. After I did this throughout the whole image, I checked whether there was a pattern with the images that had come about, and realised that the painting was divided into three.

LEFT - HELL

On the left, figures like demons (middle) as well as what I believe to be a suffering woman has emerged (bottom). An interesting detail which didn’t emerge clearly in the picture, but that I can vividly feel, is a girl of innocence who has sat on a dragon.

MIDDLE - EARTH



A dog’s face, a snake preying on a bird, a boy with headwear over them, a pregnant woman are some figures among this part of the image that emerges from the branch-like shapes that give the whole work its body, it’s structure. The most important figure of all is that whom I called the Pathfinder. He is a dwarf-like figure with a pointy hat, has lifted his hand as though if he is in command and is somewhat mischievous though also religious. I imagine him appearing to those who seek and take them places on a vast green, rocky land.

RIGHT - HEAVEN

 This part of the image is the one with the least figures, and is also divided into two. On the top, there is a being of a different dimension, somewhat in the appearance of an elf, smiling mischievously as though if seeing through the dreadful humor of existence. On the bottom, there is a wise old man with a key and a badger-like animal appearing next to his image.

Transitory Figures

There are two figures in the Earth section that seem to be referencing to the Heavens. One is a small alien, much like a baby in a womb, standing between earth and the elf-like being. The other is the face of a man on branches, which seems like a narrow reflection of the wise old man (though a different person).

WIP (Though I don’t really know what to do with it)

It was a very sunny day and I was in the school bus. For some reason, the bus followed a different path that day and I got a weird sensation out of the places we passed through. So this was made with the inspiration coming from that bus trip. 

I have this image in my head for over 2 years now. I'm glad I could finally find the courage to paint it. 

Very quick sketches of Hikari Club members I drew when I was nostalgic. Drawing them gives me a really strange, dark yet energetic feeling which I enjoy very much. 

"Killua, you couldn't get enough sleep? There are dark circles around your eyes." "Yeah..."