Walkings (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} unrendered) wrote,@ 2008-02-29 11:51:00 |
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March 1st Update
March already? I have so much to do.
I had a lovely February, including a cheerful birthday which included hot tubs and snowmobiles (beasts I do not love, but it was an exciting brief experience). And now I am about to embark to see some close friends in NY, then a wedding in Pheonix, and back to the Pacific NW in time for the Stumptown Comics Fest on April 26-27 (where yes, i will be tabling. Stop by!)
And then there's this month's comic.
I'm not even sure the feeling is hatred. But when I come back to my hometown, it wins. It is boxing with one round, and I'm sleeping on the floor til 3 is counted. And I've been here, and I've been pretty happy and feel good and confident these days, and so I thought I could go out and face it a bit, but I've always been a sucker in that way.
I've walked every street in this town in my youth, depressed and full of unjustified fear, and doing it again on any level just makes me sink into myself. And then I bumped into some folks I never wished to bump into again, and I suddenly was not even in my body.
Anyhow, so I got a beer and a veggie burger at the people's pint and scribbled out a comic. Not even a comic about it, as much as a comic which embodied my emotion and allowed me to not become present in my body again, while my hands did what they wanted to do.
Oh, and my hometown isn't a terrible place. This is my personal past, and little more. And this month has actually even given me a bit of resolution with it.
Anyhow. I'm actually working on a different experimental short, but didn't have it done. But this one, with its pencil sketchiness and its bizarre self-avatar... I've come to really like, and wanted to include it on Water Street.
Read it!
March already? I have so much to do.
I had a lovely February, including a cheerful birthday which included hot tubs and snowmobiles (beasts I do not love, but it was an exciting brief experience). And now I am about to embark to see some close friends in NY, then a wedding in Pheonix, and back to the Pacific NW in time for the Stumptown Comics Fest on April 26-27 (where yes, i will be tabling. Stop by!)
And then there's this month's comic.
I'm not even sure the feeling is hatred. But when I come back to my hometown, it wins. It is boxing with one round, and I'm sleeping on the floor til 3 is counted. And I've been here, and I've been pretty happy and feel good and confident these days, and so I thought I could go out and face it a bit, but I've always been a sucker in that way.
I've walked every street in this town in my youth, depressed and full of unjustified fear, and doing it again on any level just makes me sink into myself. And then I bumped into some folks I never wished to bump into again, and I suddenly was not even in my body.
Anyhow, so I got a beer and a veggie burger at the people's pint and scribbled out a comic. Not even a comic about it, as much as a comic which embodied my emotion and allowed me to not become present in my body again, while my hands did what they wanted to do.
Oh, and my hometown isn't a terrible place. This is my personal past, and little more. And this month has actually even given me a bit of resolution with it.
Anyhow. I'm actually working on a different experimental short, but didn't have it done. But this one, with its pencil sketchiness and its bizarre self-avatar... I've come to really like, and wanted to include it on Water Street.
Read it!
