Never paid attention in divination class, now I’m just a shitty fortune teller.
Working on environmental color with these post-apocalyptic road-tripping teens.
We’re all on hold with the IRS here.
These last few months, I’ve been struggling to draw; every idea seems dumb and my hand has stalwartly refused to move good. Austin Kleon said once that problems of output are usually problems of input, so in a rare storm of good sense, I decided to read more comics.
Lynda Barry’s “Making Comics” came out this year, and it’s been sitting on my shelf. I read it cover-to-cover in a few days, and marked every exercise and prompt with a sticky flag. I’ve been keeping a version of Barry’s “compbook diary” and trying to complete a few other exercises each week. It’s been incredibly refreshing—since I started I’ve actually wanted to draw again!
Here are some drawings and diary images from this month that have made me feel like maybe I can still make comics:
This weekend I re-learned, for perhaps the millionth time, that you can’t wear a crop top on a prairie.
Tryna understand how a deer works
Post water scarcity teen #1 from my next mini-series, Salt. How will our children live after we run out of fresh water?
Is it time to be midcentury scifi space babes yet? I’m ready.
For all you cool cats out there 😼😎