i’ve been writing bucket-loads of bad poetry instead of getting drawing done. whenever i open my journal, my tormented thoughts spill out in my juvenile voice. so i haven’t gotten much drawing done. i did try to fill up this page with some drawings. drawings of words. describing my rabid state.
but, in theory, moving my hand is moving my creativity…or something like that. there’s something there about how writing by hand…drawing…how it creates bridges….
okay, i’m just rationalizing now.
page 34 & 35 are in the works. i drew the panels.
i sometimes wonder if i should use less panels & open the page up more. but i kinda like panels. some order to the chaos.
i hope my life mellows out soon and stops taking me for this twisted, fucked-up, roller coaster of a ride i’m on right now. i could use some peace. my art could use some of the attention i’ve been giving a certain stupid situation i am in.
as much as i complain about my kids & my husband, their distractions are a part of my life and i love them for it. they keep my life interesting and give me inspiration. i do not need any psycho hello kitty drama clogging up my creative process…keep your eyes peeled for a hello kitty zombie for me to decapitate. it’s bound to happen.
this is the last installment i have made. i have some script written. but it may be a bit. hopefully not, but i do have 4 kids…& i am a half-time undergrad. nonetheless, reading these again makes me want to keep going. they make me laugh. hopefully you don’t have to have lived in a cooperative house to enjoy the silliness of house meetings, etc.
i really like these & find them really funny because i lived through them in an actual cooperative house. cooperative living is funny in a really frustrating way for me. i started this storyline, but, unfortunately only have 3 pages of it written. after posting it here & reading it again & getting re-acquainted with some of my characters–i would like to get back into writing this comic. i hope i can find the time & energy to do so. the artwork is a bit less demanding than moses jones & the storyline is a bit more developed, so i might be able to pump it out a bit quicker.
here’s the next page in the story. no one knows that gurt was hiding the mummified corpse of her ex-husband in her closet nor that she has three “spawn” also in her closet. this page also starts touching on the “pc” atmosphere encountered in cooperative living.
this is a page that doesn’t make much sense without the one before it or the one after it…. our protagonist (gurt) is angry at twinkle the fairy who has been having an affair with the gurt’s mummified ex-husband. also, the fairy takes gurt’s seat when she gets up to go get a beer. i once knew someone who would actually do this. it annoyed the crap out of me.
let’s just say that none of these characters are based on real people. i in no way resemble a zombie-esque character. my ex-husband in no way resembles a mummified corpse. and the person i hate more than anyone in the world in no way resembles a diabolical fairy. so, that is out of the way!
yes, i am in therapy. my therapist thinks my comics are awesome–so there.
no, i no longer live in a cooperative house. when my thoughts were often of how it would look burning to the ground, i realized it might be time to move out.
any more questions?