September

Ley Lines: Recapitulation, L Nichols

Summer Travel Zine 2018, Cathy G. Johnson

Four Years Part One, Kevin Czap

Rumbling Chapter 1-2, Kevin Huizenga

An Untamed State, Roxane Gay

An Abundance of Katherines, John Green

Lethal White, Robert Galbraith

This post is late, because I’ve been deep into new projects, trying to pump out pages every day. But September was a time of building. I wrote and drew in my sketchbook. I made plans for the future. I tried to read for hours at a time instead of in twenty minute bursts.

I also went to SPX, where I was so flattered by people buying my work and so grateful to spend time with friends who I don’t see often enough. Things I thought about and talked about at the convention include:

  • Making conventions a more pleasurable experience for me (I left early on Sunday, even though part of me wanted to stay)
  • Alternatives to conventions, both for creators and for readers
  • Creating positive communal experiences that involve comics
  • Taking a day job as a given, instead of as an obstacle to be overcome, and what this change in mindset might unlock logistically and creatively.
  • Artists in the past who might seem to have lived off their work, but who in fact relied on a spouse, or inherited income, or some other source of wealth.
  • Building community
  • Building a life that allows time for art
  • Drawing on the train
  • Collecting old work, and how the ideal size for pamphlets and for books might be very different
  • Writing about or documenting your process versus focusing on new work

I often get a strange feeling when I’m in a public space and I see someone holding a copy of a comic I’ve made. I had assumed this feeling might go away, but it hasn’t yet. As I look at the comic, I am thrown in the past. I think about how the original drawings are tucked in a closet somewhere and how those drawings are different from the final, printed work. I think about drawing that comic, about where I was and how I felt when I made it. Maybe I think about how I feel different now. It’s a strange feeling, but it’s sort of nice.