i often dream of my life as moses jones…composing storylines that wait to be drawn. and not just that. i have 3 more comics waiting patiently for my time and energy (Asshole Season, Spoketh the Blackbear, and Scobie Dobie Doo). if only i didn’t have to sleep!! sleep is weird anyway. so much like death. and so many fucking disturbed dreams. i would rather be making art & writing comics.
I do get to create–am required to create; therefore, allowing myself to create, for my water color class. Here is one drawing i did–of moses jones context. this started as “bad mom vs. good mom” but then i realized it is actually “mom self vs. non-mom self aka artist self”…. i have come to realize that i am perpetually involved in an internal battle between the two…but here’s the kicker–i don’t have to be! mom self & independent, freedom-loving artist self want to get along. they want to collaborate. but here i am, as usual, mucking the whole thing up.
both of me want to create. i just need to create.