hard to imagine that Adastra, with her looks and personality, couldn't
find a more fulfilling job after her Princess Plumbing enterprise evidently
went down the drain. Perhaps the allure of pedaling pizza across midtown
lies in the princess' overt exhibitionism; fishing through traffic,
half-naked on a bike, slinging curses and mid-fingers everywhere. Sort
of thing you might expect from disenfranchised royalty.
genesis of this odd episode in the princess' checkered career lies
in a definitive statement made by the artist prior to the maiden voyage
publication of BWS:STORYTELLER. "If STORYTELLER doesn't make it," he
said ruefully, "I'm out of this business. I'll never draw comics
again. I'd rather be filling shelves at a 7-Eleven." Pizza delivery,
working shifts at a convenience store, there's a connection right there.
the empathic linear correlation between the artist and his art that
brings an unheard-of sense of reality to the characters who inhabit
STORYTELLER Land. In a conceptual sense ahead of its time, the artist
claims to channel their personalities as he juggles with pencil and
paper, pen and pad. Is he just confusing new age mysticism with old
fashioned inspiration? Probably not. He knows a thing or two about
both, and he has his head screwed on, as he says with a smile, "right
is a princess from another world delivering pizza, on a bicycle, in New
York City? Good enough question; but the girl's got to make a living.