Who is André Myette?

André Myette is a Canadian born and raised graphic designer, independent artist and writer. His first published work is 'Humbug!' a graphic novel about the further adventures of Ebeneezer Scrooge in a steam-punk inspired London it was followed by 'Horseshoes& Hand Grenades' a black and white series of self contained stories. André currently resides in Truro, Nova Scotia with his fianceé Jennifer, and three cats Presley, Klaatu and Lebowski.

Blog #4: Innocence Dies By Inches

Think about the ‘you’ that you are today,’you’ being the purest essence of who you are as a person. The part that makes you decide the things you do, feel the way you do, and act in that oh so special way you do. Now think about the ‘you’ of 5 years ago, now 10. Pretty different person weren’t they? Now I want you to jump in that mental Delawarean and cruise 88 miles an hour all the way back to you as a child. Look at that kid, their hopes their dreams and the rigid way they saw the world in black and white. Good guys wore white, bad guys wore black and there wasn’t a shade of gray to be seen.

I have given you this menial mental exercise to illustrate a theme I’ve discovered that has been running through most of my work as of late. That innocence once lost is never regained, this isn’t a new point, and I am far from the first person to talk about it. However while working on my newest comic “Horseshoes & Hand Grenades” a semi-biopic exploit of personal life experiences I’ve noticed this trend constantly creeps into my writing. Why is that? Am I longing for the nostalgia of my younger days…hardly. What I seem to miss is how I saw the world back then, things were simpler, you decided that like “Spider-Man”, ‘Superman” and many others that you would do no wrong. You would hold the moral high ground no matter what the situation and always stick to your convictions no matter how hard they were. You would condemn someone for stealing, lying, murder and any other crime against societal or social laws. Then something happened…you got older and suddenly situations presented themselves that weren’t so easy to judge with a Solomon like wisdom. The homeless guy on the news who was caught stealing was suddenly justified since it was to feed his starving family. The lie you told a friend or loved one to spare their feelings was clearly the better choice because the truth would be far more painful. Killing suddenly didn’t seem like the worst sin one could commit when a child molester and murderer was outlined in chalk.

I recently found this poem I wrote when I was 19,which further goes to show my apparent obsession with innocence.  A little crude but you’ll get the point . . .


Shades of Gray

By: André Myette

There’s no such thing as Black and White

But only shades of gray

Is this what we say to ignore our fright?

To face the coming day?

Can an evil deed be justified

By a catchphrase or cliché

Can our conscious simply be denied

Will that voice just go away?

We tell ourselves what we need to hear

To sleep all through the night

Knowing well, what most we fear

Is the knowledge we did no right.

We pretend that lies and broken trust

Are sins very small in size

We’ll get to heaven …but only just

While others win first prize


Lead a life that will leave you proud

Without a heavy soul

Rise above the looming shroud

With a conscience fully whole

Ignorance can be a cancer

You can’t ignore what’s right

There is no easy Answer

In a world of Black and White

Even the points I’ve made in this poem have shifted within my paradigm in the past 7 years but the core message I’m trying to convey remains intact. Innocence dies by inches, little compromises get bigger and bigger and suddenly your principles aren’t yours anymore. Next time your faced with a complex life decision or make a snap judgement, think about what the 12 year old ‘you’ would say… interesting isn’t it?