ALSO!! BEFORE I FORGET ANOTHER SECOND:
You get to see me talk in REAL TIME in a ll my snaggle-toothed, middle-aged glory! You perhaps will also hear Gus in the background briefly singing and dancing to Chris Brown’s “Forever”–his current before bedtime jam.
Hope to see you there–tune in!
I can’t stop watching this. Perhaps you have had the same affliction–it has over 63 Million hits. It makes me feel oddly happy. Not only is the guy funny and the reactions to his very low-fi comedic performance funny, but the parts when people are singing along actually get me teary. I love that it captures what pop songs actually can do beyond the hype and money—they can infuse you with exuberant joy and connection.
It also does a public service: It lets out the frantic air surrounding all things Miley Cyrus. Thank you, Steve Kardynal!
I got this from Lynda Barry’s tumblr. She’s been teaching comics making at the University of Wisconsin, Madison for the last couple of years and often posts things to her students about the subjects of comics. She asked the question: Is this video a comic? Why or why not?
I have been invited to teach a comics making workshop at West Point this spring and have been thinking about what kinds of things I can talk about at that workshop. One of the things I would like to talk about is how more than any other time, the medium of comics is BLOWN WIDE OPEN and can be almost anything. You can add the term “graphic” to any mode of literature (memoir, poetry, journalism, etc.) and have it mean comics. Another term that is being used is “sequential art”–which sounds sort of cold and experimental, but really just means a work of art that is expressed in sequential images, like comics, or even hieroglyphs–or multi-panel videos like this one.
It’s another reason I think I love this video–it sort of continues to blow open a beloved medium to me and expand its possibilities.
Once again, Thank you Steve K!
The big illo job that I have been working on since September is now needing extra work and care, plus we’ve had family visiting, so I have not had much time to do comics the last couple of weeks and I miss it so much. I am posting this one from September, because this is exactly how I feel right now. I am so grateful for Thanksgiving and a couple of perfectly timed wrenches in the works to force me to take this week off from work. After the schedule I have been running for the last 3.5 months, I really need to fill the well.
So grateful for all the people who read my comics and random posts and who comment and write and make me feel connected. I am so thankful to those I know and the ones I don’t. I can’t tell you. I hope wherever you are, you have a wonderful, restful week–and happy Thanksgiving to us Americans. Let’s eat!
I was corresponding with one of my old professors, updating each other on the current states of our lives, when I mentioned that I was doing comics. He remembered a comic I did in college about Virginia Woolf that I had TOTALLY forgotten about. It BLEW my mind to remember it. I went looking for it this morning and LO and BEHOLD, there it was in SHABBY black and white. A few things are clear to me upon seeing this for the first time in probably 20 years:
1) I could barely draw and I did not know that at the time. 2) I did not have any patience and I DID know that at the time. I found comic making tediously slow and except for one other attempt at a longer work in college, I abandoned comic making for nearly 20 years. 3) Despite my lack of skill and patience, I am touched by the little details that are in this piece: the snail from her short story “The Mark on the Wall,” the painting above her fireplace is “The Conversation” by her sister Vanessa Bell. 4) This was the very baby beginnings of Artist’s-Life-as-Religion for me. I took a class that fall on Virginia Woolf and it changed my life. Not only did I fall in love with the work of Virginia Woolf, but I became obsessed with her life and that of the Bloomsbury group. Sylvia Plath was already a humming influence for me. Soon Gertrude Stein would become an obsession and Frida Kahlo. Anais Nin, Georgia O’keeffe, Anne Sexton, and on and on. It is weird to see the seeds of something that I only NOW see as an intrenched pattern of my life, not to mention HABIT I eventually had to kick.
I think if I could have a dream part-time job it would be to curate a Tumblr for my local library system. One of my absolute favorite things to do is to just wander the stacks at the library, discovering things in odd places–if it’s vintage, so much the better! My local library has many incredible vintage books in their small selection and I found myself lost in the cookbook section, where the technicolor imagery had my mouth watering–not for food reasons, but aesthetic reasons. I mean who can RESIST the mountain of crayfish pictured above?? Not to your taste? How about mysterious egg dishes or stuffed tomatoes!
Oooh la la!
Or how about the sad chocolate mound man? ”Please don’t eat me,” he cries!
Or a salad garnished in Nasturtium and radishes? Mais oui!
Speaking of dessert: How about a green frosted Autumn Festival Cake to KICK OFF THE SEASON? Who can resist? Who??
I don’t know why these kind of images make me happy–I haven’t figured out what to exactly DO with them, but they thrill me to no end. They are just so BRIGHT. Occasionally, a girl just needs some color in her black and white comic world. Can you dig?