Hey hey hey everybody!
This week my 7 page back up story for issue #15 of the Adventure Time comics hits the stands! Finn wears a suit covered in stars! Jake is an airplane! Candy is involved! Of course!
I dedicated my story to an ex-student of mine, Bennicio who each week during our drawing class would quiz me on Adventure Time factoids. Now I can blow his little eight year old mind with the fact HIS NAME appears next to his favorite defenders of Oooo.
A quick gif I made yesterday before diving back into major work on my book (which I’m drawing right now as we speak, which feels very good).
The number of things I’ve missed while living over here (besides friends) has been mostly burritos, semi-frequent dance parties and biking around town (the holy trinity of my life in Chicago). I’ve riden a bike twice over here, once on a rainy night in Paris and two weeks ago with a new bud on a bike trail and its just all I can day dream about, a nice summer spent with a little more sunshine than the long french winter had to offer.
A series of four illustrations I did that I *thought* could be used in an upcoming gallery show but turns out they can’t. Long story short, total bummer and a minor set back in an already stressful month but at least I’m proud of them enough to share here.
TinTin, for me, is the most recognizable dot eyed character from Franco-Belgian comics tradition but now that I’ve been living here for a while, I keep finding more and more which all feel like TinTin in disguise to me. My favorite thus far is Beccasine, a comic series about a female maid from Breton who, when I first saw her, was convinced was TinTin in drag.
I haven’t read all the volumes of TinTin! It could’ve happened! I’d read that volume in a heartbeat! And don’t act like you wouldn’t too!
A painting I did a few weeks back, about the pathetic crush I have on the guy who works the Duck Butcher’s stall at the Farmer’s Market.
Its one of those crushes that comes completely out of the blue and instantly turns your brain to mashed potatoes. One minute, your mentally practicing how to ask for two slices of the Galette de Canard and the next you’re fumbling with your pocket change spilling most of it out on the ground in front of him.
Its okay though, when I figure out a way to sweep him off his feet we’ll both look back on this and laugh.
A short comic I drew right when I first arrived in France.
I think in order to delay the realization that I was the furthest from my “life” I had ever been before, I immediately started working. Drawing is the biggest comfort blanket in my life and no matter what it is, whether its a break up, hospital visit, dropped ice cream cone, I just draw. And watch Golden Girls.
And I still haven’t used my oven. Throwing a lit match into an oven and risking death by gas explosion seems like asking too much to cook a frozen pizza. I like limbs thank you very much.
Maybe its because I’ve had very little interaction with teenagers in the last few years but the teens who live in town seem to always be on my mind, mostly because they are awful. I’m figuring its some sort of strange jealously, me having grown up in dull suburban Virginia and these punks get to take their smoke breaks while lounging and groping on the beautiful walled fortifications that overlook the lush french countryside.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t expecting everyone to spend their days discussing Camus in the park but then again, dealing with Justin Bieber look-a-likes who bust open two liter bottles of soda in crowded book stores wasn’t part of my itinerary either.
Its like *UGH* you punks, why are you dressing like the cast of The Jersey Shore, your education system is too good and you should know better.
So earlier this week, I received THIS in my email inbox. I have emailed the author back, the mysterious PeterBD, to get his approval to share this handy work of his with all of you because a ” I appreciate your work” email is one thing but a rap in which I am compared to Tupac NEVER EVER HAPPENS EVER.
I try and keep my Tumblr praise private and not make a real big deal of it because no one is here for that kinda stuff, but being in the middle of this never ending graphic novel project with nothing to show of it yet (see above picture) and my looming trip to Angouleme nearing the end of this month (Oct. 2nd, to be exact) its easy to forget you have an audience.
So, all I want to say is thanks you guys! Thanks! Thanks! Thanks! Thanks!
Hey there folks!
Here’s a goofy little comic I did last week for the Chicago IRL zine set to come out later this summer. They are in the middle of fundraiser so if you’re feeling generous/want to own something with a comic of mine in it, consider donating.
I’ve been having a couple genuinely spectacular months in a row and now that the sunshine has arrived here in the Windy City I’ve been thinking about how I usually feel wretched during the warmer months. This time last year I let a couple lame-o events ruin my lovely BBQ-filled months which I refuse to let happen two years in a row. The problems that normally bog me down, like dating in the ever daunting “BIG CITY” don’t seem to phase me in the same way they did a year ago. I just crank up Justin Bieber’s “Boyfriend’ on full blast and ignore the sweat puddle slowly cooling beneath my backpack.
Also, thanks SO much to everyone who came out for CAKE last weekend. It was a wonderful whirlwind of a weekend filled with friends and fans and I couldn’t have asked for a better time! THANKSTHANKSTHANKS!!