the world is a mess
we don’t have much to look forward to
with the november elections here in the u.s.
every day brings fresh
so i am standing at my desk, staring at the cornfields, listening to tina turner sing about thunderdome over and over and over and over. seriously. it’s like the only thing that keeps me from crying. and gives me hope. and makes me want to put a big frickin’ plow on the front of the big diesel truck in the garage. and makes me want to wear war paint. and makes me want to scream “we don’t need another hero!” at the top of my lungs.
i already have the wild children.
i do not have a chain-link dress. but it is on my to-do list.
i am ready to fight.
and i paint.
and i draw.
and maybe i need to play this song on a loop every day when i want to do art.
maybe tina turner is my muse.
page 41 with our waffling warrior.
(anxious to get the page out, i didn’t flatten it enough to easily photograph it–so it’s a little wonky…plus, minions kept pushing past me when i had my camera ready, as usual. whenever i need it to be perfectly still–minions start shoving. we are so zombie fodder.)
dusty emerges from the woods. smoldering looks & smoldering cigarette. what is a mother of four to do? she can’t just lop off his head in front of his children…though arguably it could be a good life lesson. “don’t fuck with a person’s heart if you want to keep your head, little ones.”
but with so much history, it is difficult for moses jones to forget the good times. especially when dusty is being all come-hither. especially when spring is in the air. especially when moses jones has been without a man for all these long months.
i like how this one turned out. i like the text mixed with pictures. some panels…some free space. i like mixing it up.
but i’m not sure what happens next? might be a jump shot to a different scene. either back to the house with the squatters…or to the past and some back story? hmmm. hmmm. i need to figure it out. i haven’t hung up pages in my new house in my new work space. i think i need to hang up some pages and stare at the wall a bit and figure out what happens next.
so the feedback i did get was in favor of the white tones on page 39. and everyone seems okay with the text-heavy pages.
i like the looks of page 40. and, for good or for bad, my real life is going through enough crap right now to ignite some plot. will he or won’t he? will she or won’t she? what are y’all’s feelings on mojo taking a katana to an “innocent” person?
valentine’s day, a day i gave up on after about 25 years of having crappy valentine’s days….okay, so maybe birth through five years weren’t exactly crappy, but once my heart was able to be neglected and abandoned and broken…that pretty much guaranteed crappy v-days for me. but, forever an optimist and fatally romantic…i still loved the idea of romantic love (and a day celebrating it) until about my mid-twenties when i had endured enough fucked up shit to give up.
suffice to say that this valentine’s day went above and beyond the fucked up shit i am used to on valentine’s day.
fortunately, i have mojo to channel it all into.
page 39 begins episode three.
it is a very light page, compared to other pages, and text heavy. i have used text heavy pages in the past…but i think there will be a few more in a row. maybe. this whole episode might be text heavy.
i usually cover the page with ink. grey tones. but i left this one white. i am trying to decide if i like it or not.
i feel like lately mojo always has katana, ready & cocked.
usually aimed at zombies…but now dusty has her wary.
which brings me to real life where dusty is romancing me again…and i am wary. life is weird. which is why i make comics….
so yesterday, with a bad head cold and a four year old personal assistant, i decided to ink in my page.
(i always ask my minions, is that a good idea? or a bad idea?)
it was a bad idea. moses jones ended up looking like the love child of fonzie & gary shandling. and somehow….was it me or the four year old? somehow ink got smeared in mj’s hair & onto fidgit & misha. too much ink for me to turn it into an artsy shadow effect.
don’t sneeze & ink, people.
when one is sick. one should rest. not try to catch up on all the things one is behind on.
so today i re-drew my page. i think the second one is better. so far so good. i might wait until i am feeling even better…tomorrow?…to do the ink & brush. that seems to be where things went all higgly-piggly on my first attempt at what will be…page 39?
it has taken a couple of years.
but i have 39 pages.
just think what i could do if i didn’t have the constant “help” of a two year old & a four year old!
i think about it all the time.
i will rule the world!
until then…page 39 should be ready soon…soon….
here is the front page of zine #2. i am going to print the front & back page in color. the back page will be mojo banishes dusty which will also look better in color.
my goal is to break even at zine fest for my printing fees.i know zines are not about the money…but i really can’t afford to lose too much money on this. the dusty in my life suggested i buy a printer…but i don’t think i could afford a printer that does what i need plus i think it would take forever on a home printer to do two sided printing?? so i will go to a uw computer lab to do my printing. or some of it at least. dusty also suggested that i have cards to hand out (he said in lieu of zines, but i think in addition to zines.) so i am hand writing a bunch of cards. he also suggested i could draw a little picture on each one. sometimes dusty is good to have around. sometimes i don’t want to completely banish him.
so here is the cover.
tomorrow, hopefully, i will have a finished zine to show you!
this was originally a picture in my journal…then i made it into a self-portrait. now it is the title page, inside cover, of my zine. or, it will be, as soon as i get to college library to enjoy my status as a uw student & make zines in the computer lab.
i am also working on the cover. i did one version in class & then realized how big mojo’s head was compared to her body.
if you don’t see it, look at her neck compared to her shoulders. i will post the redone cover, which already looks much better–but maybe her legs are too short? ah well.
i’m am terrified about zine fest. but excited too.
please love me, ziners of the midwest!
for my first assignment in my drawing class, i have to do a self portrait. i immediately thought of this picture i did in my journal and decided to turn it into me as moses jones…further blurring the lines of my reality….
i think i like it. i’m not sure why we’re in our underwear. maybe a statement on motherhood & having to always be prepared to fight zombies…even when you’re in your undies? i think i made my head too big…but i have a tendency to do that…& i do have a really big head.
so there it is.
i should be working on new pages soon. i’ve been a bit overwhelmed with the drama of my life, but i might be finally getting my feet back under me.
just finish inking page 31. how hard can it be? you’re already half done with the ink brush process….
ah yes, should be simple, right?
but, you see, dusty has this stalker ex-girlfriend. i have trust issues. and poppy has a stomach virus.
i did not sleep at all the night before last. not a wink. instead, i obsessed about seemingly incriminating love notes from the stalker chick and cleaned up baby puke. by the end of it all, i was puked on 12 times and had burned two pocketfuls of love notes while neurotically smoking cigarettes. i am not a smoker. i wanted to puke. the cigarettes? the deep, intense fear of betrayal? the baby’s stomach virus?
it’s a good thing i don’t actually have a katana.
page 31 remains sitting, not touched once for all my lack of sleep, half-finished on my desk.
but here’s a doodle i did the night before this ordeal began.
if it’s not one thing….
we are slowly recovering from our zombie infection. but now poppy is teething–which means, he spends as much time attached to my nipple as i can endure…and then some. which means i don’t get much sleep. if you have ever tried to sleep while someone incessantly sucks at your nipple…. i can’t do it. eventually i get tired enough to fall asleep while he comforts his teething by nursing off my tender nipples, but i have to be pretty damn exhausted to do so. if i don’t nurse him, he screams and gives me the stinkeye until i give in and nurse him again. motherhood is so much like being captured, imprisoned, and tortured by the enemy camp. yay motherhood.
i’m pretty damn exhausted…maybe a bit bitter.
i did manage to do thumbnail sketches of the next two pages. i was going to go straight into the woods with moses & the gang, but then i got to thinking about the others who were watching her march off into zombie-infested woods with her kids in tow. then i started writing that. so that will be the next two pages. plus! i practiced my katana drawings a bit. however, fidgit told me they still don’t look right and would not stop criticizing them. so dusty told him how the japanese used to test out new katanas. yikes. poor fidgit is going to have nightmares for a week. though he traumatized fidgit in the doing, it was kind of sweet of dusty to defend my katana sketches. he suggested i should do a story about how she got her katana. i replied, “well, dusty gave it to her, of course.”
one night, just before passing out around ten pm, i did manage to do some layout for my pages. i am hoping that later today i will get a chance to ink in my first draft of at least one of the pages. i usually update my tapastic page on sunday or monday. i am all caught up so that i cannot update it until page 30 is done. it might take a miracle to get a new page up by monday. new page on monday…is that a duran duran song?