Memory comic set at Beverly Beach on the Oregon coast. Me, my brother, my dad and stepmom went down the coast, camping. Maybe I’ll do another auto-bio comic one day about salmon fishing at Depoe Bay and getting seasick and sunburned. Drawn around 10/27/2011.
A diary comic. No, my legs don’t look like that.
OK, the assignment here was to do a relationship comic and use an unusual form. The spiral, for some reason (circling the drain?) came to be the form I chose. This is one of the comics I’d like to revise, both based on the helpful comments of the other IPRC Comics program folks and the sometimes-helpful comments of my inner critic. The kissing panel I’m particularly unhappy with–that is not a great anthropomorphic-cat-in-profile drawing. Oh and that should be “unbearable” in panel 9. Drawn around 10/19/2011.
Not shown: Hai-Ting (except back of her hair).
A doodle inspired by BT Livermore’s Terrible Beasts project.
Shooting Star flower from a photo taken near Lyle, WA.
The secondhand AC
ran for ten minutes–
then the glass fuse melted.
Out this same window,
above clashing dishes,
waiters on smoke break,
musty ailanthus,
dim TV dialogue–
with one move
swing to the fire escape.
Parallel the roaring ductwork
up to a broad tarred
and silver space.
Soot covers your hands.
See, higher than flat Key Food,
the avenues of treetops, cornices, spires,
the bank clocktower glowing green and red over Atlantic and Flatbush,
a silent buzzing silhouette of City,
the statue’s gold torch above the harbor,
murky thunderheads over Jersey
like lost stratovolcanoes.
The star of our 2010 holiday card, made with a carved rubber stamp. Oregon is the Beaver State.
Based on a memory of visiting my aunt and uncle on Whidbey Island, WA and climbing on a jungle gym.
After three days the same,
Sun creeps through the forest,
Lighting the leaves,
Taller each noon.
Sun creeps through the forest
On fireproof stilts;
Taller each noon,
More jaunty in his step.
On fireproof stilts
He takes to the branches–
More jaunty in his step,
He’s gliding.
He takes to the branches–
Then, one day,
He’s gliding
Above the bright buds.
Then, one day,
Slowly bringing you,
Above the bright buds,
All the gold in the world.
Slowly bringing you,
After three days the same,
All the gold in the world
Lighting the leaves.