so i got new sketch journals today! and more ink. wow. that’s a big bottle of ink.
now if it goes all apocalyptic in a couple of weeks, i will be set to sketch journal into the sunset.
here’s what my old journal looks like next to a new one.
so new journals ready to take some damage.
otherwise, my day has been quiet. when i post every day, some days i guess i don’t have a whole lot to say. but i drew some pig creatures passing like ships in the night. so…enjoy.
when did i last post a page of moses jones? last spring? late winter? and now it is the first day of fall. holy moly.
i’m not sure how i feel about the page. as always, my style keeps evolving. i look back on the prototypes for mojo that i did in my art class…what was that? in the spring of 2013? wow, three years ago. i like the style there. i want to move back in that direction. i don’t like the close-ups and larger images i have done. and i forgot that in episode 2 i indicated something amiss about lucy’s pregnancy…but have not addressed it. and she is still pregnant here and looking fairly comfortable.
this dialogue was written while i was waiting for an “extinction of species” class to start in fall of 2014? i adapted it to include dusty’s return, but i have been waiting that long to get to it. graphic novelling takes some time, y’all. it is a slow process. throw in a dysfunctional relationship, four kids, several changes of address, and a full-blown homestead experience…and wow…it takes forever.
but here it is. page 42. a bit sloppy. susan looks possessed. mj looks like she has had work done. and i tried to use perspective & candle light–both of which i am terrible at. also, i had some blank space, so i put in title, author, & page number on a whim. how do i feel about that? i dunno. and as i write this, i have a sobbing toddler in my lap who is running a fever. but i did finish the page. even if i’m not sure how i feel about it.
also. as i keep drawing this. i wonder about all the shaved & half-shaved heads. do they have electricity? a generator? electric shears? or are they using razors? straight blades? i need to get to the bottom of this.
as a side note, i am reading how to sell your art online by cory huff. i just started it, but i have also checked out his website and started wondering if there is hope for me yet.
thanks for reading my comics!
so i started this page weeks ago.
then one of my dogs tore up the page. i adopted two sisters of a cattle dog persuasion. they are only half grown and are so naughty. between their shopping on my desk and my kids’s shopping on my desk, it’s a wonder i get any pages out at all.
even though i am doing a comic about the destructive voices in my head, it is still difficult to do said artwork when i am depressed. overwhelmed. generally ready to crawl in a hole and never come out.
i’m not sure what happens next. maybe i will get some moses jones done. i have been hankering to work on that comic for awhile.
also! i started playing with a story i started when my niece was like 4. that niece has now graduated from college. so maybe i should finish my story, at least.
i wrote it as a screenplay.
i am adapting it to be prose…with pictures. not a graphic novel. just, you know, an illustrated story.
strangely, the dynamics of the two main characters (written, like i said, 20 years ago?) are reflective of the dynamics between my ex & i. you know, dusty. the male lead even looks like him. i wrote it before i started doing more autobiographical fiction. he came out of my imagination. fuck, maybe i predicted him…or worse, maybe i wrote him into existence. yikes.
speaking of the topic of autobiographical fiction. i just finished reading john irving’s latest novel, the avenue of miracles. i love love love john irving. this novel, not so much. parts of it were amazing. other parts were half-hearted. but! he often discusses memoir fiction vs. fiction from the imagination. while reading it, i started writing an essay. i think i will eventually finish that essay that is not quite memoir…not quite pure imagination…but all me and how i feel while reading a john irving novel.
i think i had another point to make or story to share, but i had to stop typing to have a fight with my eight year old who seems to believe i am not allowed to live a life other than as his devoted and single-minded mother.
i think i am exorcising some demons with this comic.
which is good.
i’m not sure how long this comic will end up being…
if it will be just one story,
or a continuing story.
but right now it is strong in my head
so i figure i should go with it.
i like the way the art turned out. i like using a different font. i developed the font i letter with in moses jones & other works in like..what..1998? 1999? so it is fun to use a different way of lettering with this comic. then, in a tribute to ralph steadman, i mess it up a bit. i like messy.
messy is fun.
also! i may have mentioned that i am putting my quixotic poetry together into a collection. well, i decided to put ALL of the poetry i can find that i have written over the years into that collection and to maybe try to find a publisher? maybe self publish? maybe enter it into a contest? but, fuck it, i am doing something. all that raw emotion & terrible verse just begs to be ridiculed by the public (haha!)
and i still want to be doing more ink brush painting. i think i need more paper. maybe that’s what my block is with that.
so i need to find an art store.
does anyone know any independent art stores in central illinois?
last summer, a year ago this week, i was homeless for a month and a half while waiting for our new apartment to open up.
then at the new year, i packed up my four minions and moved two hours north of dusty to a different home.
then, this spring, my landlord/housemate asked me to leave so she could have the place to herself.
and i moved again.
this time to another state, to my childhood home, with dusty & the minions.
i wasn’t ready to live with dusty again.
so now, though i think of moses jones & other projects every day, i have a new place to settle. land & house in serious need of care-taking. a yard & garden. a flock of chickens. two dogs who need training. four minions on hyper-drive as they try to adjust to the fourth move in a year….
i’m here though. never far away. treading water.
i am in the process of collecting all of my poetry from my other blog to put into a collection of sorts. then i will delete the bulk of that blog to convert it (once more) into a different blog. this time about the dysfunctional adventures of a homesteading family.
and i look at my barely started first page of just me and my lizard brain every day, sighing softly.
and i daydream about doing some fantastic & wildly popular chinese ink brush paintings of the central illinois landscape.
and mojo. i think about mojo. her humble beginnings, her journey thus far, and her future in the graphic novel world….
i am so bothered by the news of racism i see every morning in my facebook feed (which is my news source–i follow several news groups, etc.) my heart hurts with every report. i see that trump is stirring up even more of it. and i am deeply worried. it is such a destructive direction in which our country is headed.
so i keep trying to work on this comic. kind of more of a memoir/thought comic than my usual. so i am struggling with it. i am not sure of what kind of illustrations to use. if there will be dialogue. things like that. i have been playing around with lighter illustrations to offset the heavier subject matter. also, doing stories close to my actual experience (aka memoirs) is difficult for me. i thought maybe more cartoon-y would relieve that a bit.
i did start to ink a page. i went with this format. i think it will work. with the amount of text i have, i think it will be four…maybe five, pages.
so i’ve started! even though my minions work against me…(aren’t they supposed to work for me?) i keep giving them lectures on how i need me-time to get things done. maybe one day…. instead they are always on top of me–fighting for attention. and my comics are the ones who suffer for it.
one day…one day.
confusion perfume was discontinued in 2002 due to relationship happiness, but at one point i drew a new one. it would have to have been after 2008 because i did not join the facebook community before 2009. i found it as i was digging for paper for misha to draw on. it just needed to be inked.
i also found this one which would have been done before 2008? maybe? but of a series that came after confusion perfume.
i call this series i don’t know what i’m doing. it is my series about being a mom. two of this series were actually published in hip mama zine back in 2007/2008.
other than inking these and doodling in my journal, i haven’t gotten anything new done. i am in the middle of packing & leaving dusty in the dust. hopefully, once i am settled, i will do more moses jones as well as more stark raving whimsy.
and i will take over the world.
probably in that order.
i have to keep explaining to my kids that she is not killing him–just banishing him.
i was raised catholic. one of the stained glass windows in my small town church was of michael the archangel banishing satan. it has kind of stuck with me all these years. and here it is representing my character’s conflicted relationship–and, in that, expressing my own angst with my own fucked up relationship.
i am also working on a piece titled “the return of dusty knickers”…he will finally enter the story as something other than a flashback and in the dna evidence of mojo’s kids. what will happen next? i honestly don’t know. if you know what i have been going through…there will probably be another woman and a whole lot of ugliness…. at least mojo can take out her frustrations on the zombies….
i have to go to my art class critique in a few minutes. this is part of it. as well as my completed gift to fidgit–the wooly bear mammoth.
this is the finished version of the hey diddle diddle picture i was working on. again–i need to get better at photographing my art. i experimented with accent color on this one. i also drew a better version of my lincoln tree doodle from my journal. here it is in black & white, but i am going to add color…maybe tonight?
i love this picture.
last drawing class we went to a colloquium where visiting artist roger ricco talked about “outsider artists” and the genius of their work. i feel like an outsider artist. even though i am in school now–i am mostly self-taught. ricco talked about mental illness in artists. i feel like i started doing art & writing to keep from going insane. so far so good.
after the colloquium, my professor talked to us about how 90% of art graduates fail to become professional artists because without the support system of the university, they don’t know how to succeed. since i have already spent most of my life in the cruel non-university world, i am used to creating art without a support system. so i think i am all set.
i am going to get started on the epic version of moses jones this weekend. i am thinking i would like to create a lot of panels of mojo that would stand own their own and be able to be hung on a wall for the casual viewer…. we’ll see where that goes. plus–i need to get the front & back cover done for my next zine as well as getting fidgit busy drawing a comic for it. i need to get to a print shop! i need more hours in a day!