born in a white town (post script)

i am done with this project!

yay!

i did it. i said i would do a comic about my experiences as a white person and my personal experiences with racism. it isn’t going to turn the world on end. it may not do a damn thing. i’m hoping it might make a couple other white people reflect on their white impact. maybe it will shed light on the white mind? or start a conversation? or maybe it will sit on the internet, gathering dust. but i did it.

next i want to start playing with just using my brush & ink. let my pens have a nap (not too long of one or their ink dries up and then i curse a lot as i try to unclog $20 pens…. i could journal with my pens and create with my brush maybe.) i have a few books on chinese brush painting. painting (i used to do a lot of water color) is relaxing. maybe it will bring me out of my current funk.

i will post progress reports on this next project as progress happens.

thanks for sticking with me through my journey ūüôā

when i was a kid, i fucking brilliant

(this was taken using my beat-up digital camera–plus, i am a terrible photographer…but you get the idea)

when i was a kid, i started writing comics. i don’t remember how old i was, but i remember drawing on this little chalkboard, a story with a cast from the nursery rhyme, “hey diddle, diddle.” it was very dramatic, like a soap opera. strange, because i have never watched soap operas–but i did watch a lot of the tv show¬†soap when i was a kid (a sitcom making fun of soap operas–i totally recommend it.) maybe i was influenced by¬†soap.¬†nevertheless, i did my little comics on this chalk board, erasing when necessary for more space, obviously never keeping a hard copy. but it has always stuck in my head and has influenced me as an adult. i want to develop it. one of my ¬†many projects. i sketched a quick cast picture tonight. the lighting is terrible. my camera does not work as well as my dead scanner did. but here it is. hey! diddle, diddle.

ps. i did tell lynda barry about this in a drunken email to her one night. she never responded. i am a little hurt and a little suspicious.