INKtober day twenty-four–birthday

my mother…let me tell you about my mother….

yes. i have a terrible relationship with my mother. you don’t need today’s ink blot test to come to that conclusion. but i tried. i tried to be a normal daughter & send a normal card. ah yes. as mum used to say, “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.”

i learned a lot of fucked up things from my mom. i learned a few good ones though. she taught me to bake. and to stand up for myself. and to help strangers. and to identify wild plants & trees. to be strong, even. which is weird–because she put herself forward as a victim so often….

so i made a card for my mom for this day’s inking. crap. i should have taken pictures of the art my kids added to the card. also most days have the title, date, and my signature. this one does not. i did sign it, but for my mom.

my mom has m.s. she has dementia due to it? i’m not sure how that works. so i think the freaky bits of this picture will be lost on her. she will notice that it is green (her favorite color) and that her prodigal daughter sent her a card.

i wonder if picasso would send his mom cubist drawings on her birthday?

not that i think i am picasso. which reminds me, some web comic review site reviewed my baby, moses jones, and they weren’t very nice about it. which pissed me off. who are they to look at my art and smear their opinion all over it? yes, mojo is a bit of a cross-eyed baby, but she is beautiful to me.
after much obsessing, i decided that anyone who spends their time giving bad reviews to web comics really needs a better hobby.
after all, web comics are free–it’s not like they are warning someone not to waste money on it.
and
it takes like a minute to read a few pages of one & decide for yourself whether you like it or not.
dumb reviewer.
but
then again,
free press.
not everyone agrees with dumb too-much-time-on-my-hands web comic review guy, and now my comic has been exposed to that person.

like this one time, this guy i hated
talked about this book he really despised
so i read the book because this guy was really annoying.
that book was confederacy of dunces
one of my favorite books

which just goes to show there is a dumb opinion around every corner.

just saying.

clogs run amok

sorry about the rerun, but my pen won’t ink; my toilet won’t flush; my love life has hit a wall.

seems i am clogged all around.

i need to clear my head. my heart. my thoughts. my feelings.

my pen & my toilet.

but i think things are turning around. i hope to have new pages soon. or at least a less violent doodle or two. an idea. an inspiration. something.

thank you to those of you who are still with me.

dystopia, dystopia

dystopia, dystopia

this is the last panel of “moses jones” that i prepared for my art class final. i practiced using ink to paint with and used the influences of ralph steadman and rembrandt in my process. since then i have also embraced lynda barry and david mack as wonderful examples of painting with ink. so these five comic’s (of which this is the last) are my first efforts at painting with ink. i am not completely happy with my efforts, but i look forward to doing more of it as soon as i have half of a minute to do so.
in addition to perfecting my painting with ink, i also need to figure out the plot line of this comic. i want to create a dystopian society of sorts. i want to develop the characters based on my children & have them function as actual characters–not props. i need to know if moses jones is delusional or on the lam or actually fighting zombies or what.
maybe it will all come to me in a dream.
maybe i should start drinking more.