Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
I'm working on a long form story again, real comics. It's all in the very early stages, there's no title yet, the story is still crystallizing in my head. But I just finished 21 pages which will be in the next Alternative Comics anthology. Here are three:
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
My sister found this book at a thrift store a year or two back, and it's been sitting on a shelf in her house ever since. I notice it every time I'm over, and have been meaning to post these images forever. I can't get enough of this drawing. Simple, direct, casual almost to the point of laziness. But virtuosic laziness. From an era when artists learned how to draw for real, to the point where they could do convincing, natural human forms in their sleep with just a few quick lines. Also perhaps of an era when illustrators of this sort may have been very aware of the rise of abstraction and questioning themselves a bit: note the weird Matisse-ish tree on the cover, and the odd, repeated stickfigure foxes in the forest. Anyway I don't know if Hans Bergerson is the artist, but whoever it is is my new hero (except for that weird flute playing fox... not sure what happened there).
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Back in 1999 I was just beginning to flirt with the idea of getting serious about making comics. As part of trying to figure out what that might mean I found myself picking up something called Recidivist #2 at a comic shop in Minneapolis. It sort of bowled me over. There were three stories in the little book, all of which felt finely observed and patient and pointed to something I didn't feel like I'd quite seen before, but wanted to see more of. But the third story was more than that. The third story, You Won't Let Yourself Be Touched, left me with the feeling that the author had reached into the depths of my mind and was clearly describing to me some part of myself that I had never really been able to quite make out before. That comic left me with the same feeling that you have when you wake up from a dream that has been profound and powerful and deeply specific and yet... indescribable. I'm not sure I've ever come across another work of art or literature that has done quite what that story did.
Zak Sally is capable of. He continues to make mysteriously specific, ineffable stories that needle at you in your soul. He's also a brilliant musician, teacher, organizer and friend. He's joining Eleanor Davis in taking over the Conversation Gardening project, and I could not be more pleased or more humbled.
For what it's worth one thing I love about this project is the very different takes people have had on it, even if the bottom line is essentially the same (Eleanor's take is here, mine's here). Zak's pissed, and he lays it all out. Go here and read what he has to say – it is a conversation, after all – then buy a book and send him a question.