I posted a comic on January 20th. An outpouring, an ode to the never-ending beauty of a scribble, the first of many attempts to say something about our immediate concerns while also remaining committed to other avenues of making it through.
I also have a comic in the special issue of Inkbrick, for which a Kickstarter is ongoing. If you remember the series of colored pencil drawings I was posting last year, this story came out of that work. The Inkbrick team took the time to give me very helpful feedback, which is not easy to do for weird/non-narrative work, and the comic is much better for their input.
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Hagseed, Margaret Atwood
Field Work, Jonathan Bell Wolfe
No Answer, Jonathan Bell Wolfe
Telling Yourself, Jonathan Bell Wolfe
Clotted, Jonathan Bell Wolfe
Endless Monsoon III, Sarah Welch
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I’ve been drawing with ink on Dura-Lar (fancy transparencies). It allows me to draw straight to ink as I would with pencil, smearing and erasing and allowing the ghosts of previous drawings to remain on the page. It feels like chiseling images somehow. Like sculpting.
Ha, I said I would do 30 pages this month. I managed 17. Circumstances in the wider world have led me to be more lenient with myself than I might otherwise be about taking an evening off, or about looking at my phone while I draw. I have mixed feelings about whether I’m okay with that. For February, I’m doing a bit of housekeeping on projects in progress – rereading and taking notes, some writing, etc. Then I have a story I’d like to complete this month despite, as I write this, having only the vaguest idea what it will be about. Let’s all continue to muddle through.
I had other thoughts over the month which I had planned to share here, but they’ve drifted off by now. Maybe I’ll try to do a better job of writing things down.