Showing posts with label comics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label comics. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Finding Your Stomach
10 years ago today, my mother passed away.
Even though this page from my illustrated novel is not finished, it feels right to post it now. What is ever really finished anyway?
I have learned that you can have the most devastating loss and your gut can still be there in the morning, or even 10 years later - not just in tact, but even stronger.
Even though this page from my illustrated novel is not finished, it feels right to post it now. What is ever really finished anyway?
I have learned that you can have the most devastating loss and your gut can still be there in the morning, or even 10 years later - not just in tact, but even stronger.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Resurrection Dreams (Comic Excerpt)
I have an illustrated story, a drawn writing, a comic, a graphic novel, a whatever you want to call it, that I am currently working on.
I found one panel from that story to work just as well on its own, out of context of this particular storyline I have in progress. The following comic excerpt is from a story about when I was very sick.
I found one panel from that story to work just as well on its own, out of context of this particular storyline I have in progress. The following comic excerpt is from a story about when I was very sick.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
A Chair in the Sky
1. I have the most amazing students who keep me going everyday and bring me joy and purpose. There is so much love in my classroom.
2. I have my health. I walk and talk and breathe miraculously everyday. I like walking so much that I will do it--to a beat--in go-go boots for miles at a time.
3. When I have forgotten to eat, my adopted Greek grandmother/landlady next door who doesn't speak English will offer me sustenance. She speaks the universal language of "tupperware-full of-stew" with a chunk of Feta, and Greek coffee. We sit on the back stairwell and watch the leaves change color. It's a lesson in accepting change and the passing of time. Her legs are not doing so well these days, you guys...pray for Anthoula's knees.
4. When I have forgotten momentarily that I am an artist that makes things, I discover a new cartoonist and laugh heartily for the first time in weeks over the idea of pouring lemonade over children to keep them quiet. This comic is from the Moomins series by the great Tove Jansson who I had to look up. She is such a rebel! Look at her picture! Remember: smoking is bad, comics are good!
5. I also had an open house in my studio recently and shared my own cartoons with the public. And gosh darn it, people like them.
6. When I have no more words though, I can still sing... with Polly, with waves crashing on the cold Chicago beach, with my new ukulele chords I just learned.
Fall seven times, get up eight. -Japanese Proverb
Labels:
Art,
Art Education,
Brazilian Dance,
Childhood,
comics,
Greek Coffee,
Memory,
Music,
Ukulele,
Vegetables
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Two Hands, One Mind
As I was giving instruction at the front of class the other day, an 8th grade boy sitting right in front of me began to crash around the contents of the pencil bin. While continuing to make noise, he put up his other hand, looked regretfully at me, and apologized for the other side of his body. Who can't relate to those opposing actions that jumble inside of us simultaneously? Who hasn't had opposing forces battle within us? Who hasn't wanted to do one thing, but still did the other thing?
It reminds me of that psychology study where a man whose corpus callosum (the connecting tissue between the two brains) had malfunctioned and he watched as one hand buttoned his shirt while the other hand worked to unbutton his shirt at the same time.
So, what I want to know is, which hand wins?
It reminds me of that psychology study where a man whose corpus callosum (the connecting tissue between the two brains) had malfunctioned and he watched as one hand buttoned his shirt while the other hand worked to unbutton his shirt at the same time.
So, what I want to know is, which hand wins?
Monday, September 24, 2012
Moving Memories in Comics
I moved myself and my objects
across town last month. Amidst new jobs, new spaces, and a new allergy
season, I have moved slowly to get this comic up. But with a little bit
of sweat and might, it will go up, it will go up... just like my huge
desk went to the third floor. 

Sunday, December 26, 2010
One Dark Chicago Night...
...[okay, DIGITALLY REMASTERED and REFORMATED so you can actually READ IT, sorry!]...
I'm behind on, like, 17 new posts. Here's a detailed account of my purse getting stolen this week...a little winter break comic indulgence. Happy Holidays!
I'm behind on, like, 17 new posts. Here's a detailed account of my purse getting stolen this week...a little winter break comic indulgence. Happy Holidays!
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