things you might know about me were you to religiously read my blog.
my art is effected by my catholic upbringing.
i like to make a mess.
i read a lot of neil gaiman.
i use rapidograph pens which may or may not work.
i used ink & brush in addition to said pens.
i like to make scribbly clouds. or scribbly trees. sometimes i leave it open to interpretation.
i often leave things open to interpretation.
i don’t have a title for this one.
i stared at the blank page of my journal most of the day. i asked my kids for ideas. then i just started scribbling. then i got out some red ink.
misha also painted. she was very liberal with her ink. (i think hers turned out better than mine. maybe i can have my kids take over for the rest of october-haha)
here is the third panel to introduce my new storyline. bluejean is a storyteller. i’m thinking baron munchausen, the crypt keeper, and jim henson’s “story teller.” i don’t know yet if she is real or imaginary. fidgit asked me what her species was. i asked him right back. i just don’t know yet. the way my stories evolve is often independent of me. i am the hand that holds the pen. haha. i wait for inspiration. to me, this is the best way to work–and then i enjoy my stuff as if i am not the “creator” or it.
i was wondering if she exists in the psyche of the people she is influencing. i just finished reading death by neil gaiman. it was a collection of his comics where death is the lead character–a bubbly goth girl. i had already started this story, but i was influenced still by that character. there might be a little death in bluejean.
so next i am starting a large sheet of paper onto which i will put a story she is telling. i looked through a lot of my “flash fiction.” i did this in class. one of my poems was on top of the stack, and my professor asked me if i wrote poetry. i told him, “very badly.” but then we had a conversation about bukowski and literature, etc. being a “stay at home mom” i love any opportunity to talk about life, art, writing, and literature. i will miss my drawing class when the semester ends. i will withdraw from classes & move to northern wisconsin.
i continue to read making a living without a job by barbara winter. thoughts peculate in my head. i dream/imagine getting some land where i can build an eco-friendly hobbit house out of reclaimed materials. then a barn. then get a flock of sheep. then keep building. form an art colony. form an eco-village. have a bed & breakfast for families with loud children. have a farm. sell foodstuffs. sell art. love life….
it’s out there. now to go & get it….
i have doodled a bit.
& written bad poetry…as i am prone to do when feeling heartsick…or hopeful. or both at the same time.
and i have started reading neil gaiman’s collection of short stories trigger warning. i have only read the introduction and the first couple of stories, but i can tell you this–though i have always loved neil gaiman’s writing…now i am in love with his writing. plus, he seems like such an authentic person. i think about trying to contact him…but i’m still recovering from lynda barry’s callous treatment of my heart.
i miss my bubble. i know i live in somewhat of a bubble. the fictitious town of madison, wisconsin. where farmer’s market abound and local organic food is a given. where everyone recycles and liberal bumper stickers decorate many a hybrid car. not the kind of town that in on the landscape of moses jones’s world. and a rare town in my own world, i am realizing as i leave my bubble.
i miss my dusty. i can’t make the coffee right on my own. i have no one to tell the funny stuff to. and the scary stuff. well, no one i want to tell it to. how does moses jones live so long without her dusty? she must have strong walls around her heart. she must be protecting herself. not just from zombies…but from love.
ah, the insight one gets from leaving one’s comfort zone.
while uploading the picture of my daily doodles, i realized i also had pictures of dusty & poppy–and dusty & fidgit–on my camera.
i miss dusty…i even miss watching him playing killing floor 2. (dusty spends a lot of time preparing to fight zombies.) i think we will be back together soon though. he has given me reason to feel hopeful that we can save our relationship from the (w)horrors that cannibalize it. however, i find that dusty waxes and wanes like the moon, controlling the tides of me. right now the moon is full & bright…although i have learned the hard way, there is always a dark side to the moon.