Knowing LOST Art by drMikey

Posted: 17th June 2010 by Sam McPherson in Art, News
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As I’m sure you’ve been able to guess, Knowing LOST will not be a project limited to the written episodes. To say that we have a scope anything other than massive would be terribly wrong — the project’s goal is to become one of the giant strokes of the fandom, perhaps the first chapter in a fantastic epilogue that will continue for years.

Now, Knowing LOST is ready to unveil part two of this great plan: art. On Sunday, you’ll be getting another episode ofKnowing LOST, just as you have for the past two Sundays. But this time, you’ll be getting something else, too: a brand new piece of Knowing LOST-themed artwork.

That artwork will be painted by an artist known as drMikey, who has painted several LOST-themed paintings over the course of the show. drMikey is partnering with the project to produce a new piece of artwork for every new episode of Knowing LOST. The artwork will be an illustration of the episode, and prints will be available for sale for around $20-$30. If you just look at the two examples posted on this page, you should have no doubt over drMikey’s talent, and I hope that this new wave of artwork will, along with the episodes, keep you tuning in week after week for more Knowing LOST. There will also be a spot to sort through all of the Knowing LOST artwork after it has been released.

You can follow drMikey on Twitter (@drMikeyStudios), or “like” him on Facebook. You can see (and buy prints of) his artwork at his online store, which includes more LOST-themed art and more.

Stay tuned for more updates and extensions to the Knowing LOST project. There will be something for everyone.

Update: In order to give the art the standalone credit that it deserves, it will be posted on the Monday after the episode instead of on the Sunday with the episode. That means that the art for 1.03 will be posted on June 21, 2010.

Knowing LOST Episode 1.02 “We Are the Variables”

Posted: 13th June 2010 by Sam McPherson in Knowing Lost Episodes
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The sun wasn’t up when he woke up. He opened his eyes to the dark blue night sky, realization creeping in but not fully settling. It wasn’t until he sat up, felt the sand underneath him, and saw the still-burning fuselage that he realized that he was still there. Still on the Island, which was becoming more and more real.

Ryan was a few feet away, pacing anxiously. As soon as he saw that Kevin was conscious, he broke off from his well-tread path. “Do you know what happens today?” he asked. He’d obviously been thinking about it for hours.

“Yeah, good morning to you, too,” replied Kevin grouchily, his head still throbbing from the wing explosion the day before.

“Come on!” Ryan cried frustratedly, resuming his pacing. “Don’t be slow!”

“I… I don’t know,” Kevin said, still not completely woken up. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s September 23, 2004,” Ryan said, kicking the sand. “What happens today?”

Kevin shook his head. “I haven’t seen season one in forever–” he began, leaning back on his elbows.

“They go to the cockpit. They find the pilot. The monster eats the pilot,” Ryan explained impatiently, accenting his words with his hands. “Didn’t you do the rewatch?”

Kevin laughed bitterly. “I actually have a job, a life. I use Lostpedia instead of rewatching the whole damn show.”

“You don’t have Lostpedia here,” Ryan said, stopping his pacing and surveying the beach. For the most part, it was still dark. A few survivors were awake, but most were quietly sleeping. Locke was already awake, and he’d begun searching through the bags of the survivors. Probably looking for his knives, Ryan figured.

He turned back around to Kevin. “Listen, you’ve got to think. This is the one time that our LOST knowledge actually might be a live-or-die commodity. You’ve got to–” He stopped, his eyes widening. “Oh, my god.”

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Knowing LOST Episode 1.01 “Irony Is the Sincerest Form of Fate”

Posted: 6th June 2010 by Sam McPherson in Knowing Lost Episodes
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He opened his eyes and immediately wished he hadn’t. The fierce yellow glare of the sun flooded his vision, stunning him. He blinked rapidly, his eyes quickly adjusting to the brightness. He squinted for a while at the sky, unable to think. Where was he?

His breath caught in his throat as he realized he wasn’t on the plane. He was lying on his back, outside, staring up at the sun. And his ears were ringing.

Without thinking, he sat up. A rush of blood to the head blurred his vision momentarily, but that wasn’t enough to block from his sight the carnage that he was surrounded by. He was on a beach, sitting right in the middle of a disaster scene.

There was fire and metal strewn throughout the sand. The ringing in his ears was gradually replaced with the chaotic sounds of people screaming, flames crackling, and a lone turbine roaring in its death throes –

NO.

The sound was unmistakable, but he couldn’t believe that he was hearing it. Hell, he couldn’t believe that he was sitting in the middle of a plane crash! He didn’t have time for irony, though. He knew, whether or not the turbine was the one he remembered, it was likely to explode.

He shakily pushed himself up, his hands slipping in the fiery sand as he struggled to gain a foothold. He looked over to his left and saw a bald man doing the very same thing.

This isn’t possible I’m imagining things I’ve probably been hit in the head and I’m delusional–

He closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them, it would all go away. He was hallucinating, he knew it. This was impossible. It simply wasn’t real!

He opened his eyes slowly, glancing to his left. The bald man had vanished, but the beach was still there. The fuselage was still there. The burning sun was still there. Though one aspect of the delusion was gone, he was still there.

Struggling to push himself into action, he began to run. He didn’t know where; he didn’t have a destination. He just ran and hoped it would all go away. He’d wake up back on his plane and swear off ever eating seafood ever again.

There was a loud explosion, and he dove to the ground as shrapnel flew past him, embedding itself into the beach. He lay flat for a few moments, waiting for the fiery rain to subside. He opened his eyes again, and blinking through the sand, saw a piece of shrapnel stabbing into beach less than a foot from his head. It was a piece of the cabin wall. Embossed on it was a familiar logo: Oceanic Airlines. He blinked at it for a moment, unable to comprehend it until it suddenly hit him.

This was not his plane.

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