give me back my name

Oh life. So much happens and then suddenly stops. Not that my life is standing still at the moment, but I can feel a dead halt somewhere in the near future. Not much I can do but ride it out with good intentions. I've been continuing to listen to my instincts and not get so caught up in situations while at the same time allowing myself to be swept up by/with situations. I read a bunch of autobiographical comics by jeffrey brown, which seems to coincide nicely with a strong urge to make comics about the last month of my life and onward. I bought a sketchbook with the intentions of throwing down a comic page anytime I want (much more simple than laying out a large piece of stonehenge and much more portable). It's a fine line between airing dirty laundry and making a personal statement with comics. I've always resisted the desire to draw directly from my life, but recent events have fallen together so nicely/weirdly that it might as well have been written. Or maybe this is my newest way of over-thinking relationships. Instead of acknowledging my thoughts I put them down in comic-form. I guess that's as healthy as anything I've done in the past.

art happens

Life's been kind of awesome/strange this past little while. A lot of things are really coming together for me. My brother and I got acceptance for a show we proposed to the Art Gallery of Regina, but the show isn't until Spring 2012... Apparently with the stipulation that all the work be brand new. Suddenly I have an excuse to work on bigger projects. Even if its not for another three years, it's good to have something to work towards in the so-distant future. I don't know where I'll be at by then, but I know I like where I'm at now and that is a good foundation for building a future on.

Simultaneously, I'm inspired to do comics in the present. I've been sleeping less and working more, and it seems that my life is ripe for plucking ideas and putting them on paper. I've decided to do an ongoing secret-comic in my sketchbook. It's going to be a wanky, autobiographical, over-sensitive thing, but at least it's work. I will no longer turn down an idea if I'm inclined to work on it.

last quarter (and dawning)

I've been hanging out a lot with friends these days. Mostly surrounding improv festivals, it has been a rapturous week or so of revelry. I've never been particularly adept in social situations, but for whatever reason I've been craving and embracing these kinds of interactions. And watching sunrises on rooftops.

It has also been worth noting to me that everyone is insane right now. I thought it must be a full moon or something (it's not, it's a waning quarter tonight), but I'm really unsure of the reason. I've been yelled at from moving vehicles constantly, almost killed by oblivious drivers, and approached by wild animals or strangers with odd requests. I'm not complaining, it's just funny to be so aware of oddities occurring at an increased rate.