A few years ago i went on a bike tour of ghost towns and abandoned farmsteads with some friends, and i’ve finally compiled the results into a zine.
It’s not so much a set of instructions about bike touring, nor is it really a clear explanation of what we did or where we went.
This zine is written to capture the empty, exposed, heartbreaking temporality that you feel when you spend a lot of time in abandoned spaces. And the nostaligia. The disconnected feeling of being in a place left behind by humans, and the connection you feel to the bits of things they left behind.
It’s a little on the dark side, in a good way.
It’s also my new favourite genre: prose poetic non-fiction.
if anyone’s wondering, i have not in fact gotten any face tatts lately. maybe when i’m 31.
So, i read a book about the “underground comix” movement of the 60s and 70s, which seems to me to mainly be a bunch of dudes drawing sketchy (vaguely racist and at times violently sexist) shit and calling themselves rebels because they weren’t drawing mainstream, polished, sketchy (vaguely racist and at times violently sexist) superhero comics.
But, there were a few things in the book that were interesting to look at, and i wanted to do a study of this particular poster.
Except, some of the contents of the poster was (errrr) an annoying fetishization of first nations culture and general brainless hippie shit. Which reminded me of how often i’m annoyed by hippies collecting little bits of other peoples’ cultures and obliviously mashing it all together to form some kind of edgy, alternative identity for themselves.
So i did a study of the poster, but i made it funny. Hopefully?
I think i got lazy and the bottom half became more like a sketch, but maybe i’ll do a nicer, bigger version of this sometime.
(oh and if there are other hilarious cliches that i could have included (along with “we are all indigenous” and the like) and overlooked, do tell. )
I made some one-off pins and stickers based on last month’s hourly comic project.
76 pages of hourly comix and related ephemera! This zine is large enough to double as a blunt-object style weapon. It’s also interesting to read.
(i can’t wait to start a new project! i’ve been busking a bit while i was in the city printing this zine, maybe i’ll get back to work on busking zine 2)
So, on top of drawing 69 pages of comics about my daily life in january, i also did this two pager for a zine collaboration on honouring women (and its complications/fails).
There’s gonna be an awesome release party on the 14th if yr in winnipeg.
(i won’t be in town…. :( …. but you should go!!!)
Finally, a month of hourly comics, in it’s entirety. If you wanna see the beginning, scroll down a bunch, it’s down there.
If you want to read the whole thing but hate staring at computer screens, you can pre-order a zine version here before midnight tonight:
Or get one on my etsy shop sometime next week:
While i already miss doing hourly comics, i am looking forward to spending more time drawing other comics and things again. Hooray!
Almost done! If you stumbled upon this recently, i’ve been drawing comics about every waking hour of my life for the month of january. Scroll down if you want to find the beginning.
In the end i don’t have to make 18 petticoats for a high school play and i’m kind of relieved. Custom orders stress me out because sometimes people are bad communicators, and sometimes they’re picky, and sometimes they’re both. :)