This night was actually the night before we had THE TALK. This kind of summation of our issues might prompt a “nice guy”-style judgment of women always dating a-holes, but it’s very one-dimensional. I was hurting and upset, and that’s what the comic is about - more the crazy thoughts we have when in pain than the relationship itself. This guy was smart, engaging, cared for me a lot, was affectionate, frequently told me how pretty I was, never let me pay for anything, gave me piggy-back rides… all that romance novel stuff, along with things mentioned above. In other words, he was a real, multi-dimensional, flawed human being who just wasn’t right for me.
This comic is like a diary entry for me (despite me actually blogging about this elsewhere and having an actual diary and talking to all my friends about it - I spend a lot of time processing okay) I still upload all these to the Picnic on the Moon archive, by the way.
So what’s next? I’m putting together thumbnails for a pitch about a comic on bisexuality for an anthology on the topic, and soon will work on thumbnails for that Batman on Robin comic that will be in a February show at Mission Comics and Art. Plus I got one page of Acrobats almost ready for upload tomorrow! Busy busy!
What it says on the tin. :)
Hi y'all! Long time no see.
I pretty much took 2012 off to pursue offline art gigs and indulge in life. It certainly affected how active I was online, but I don’t regret lazing about. The past 12 months was a year of false starts: five projects I contributed comics or art to have yet to see the light of day, and some of them probably never will. That was pretty discouraging, but the lot of an artist, I suppose.
I’ve also been too bogged down with meaningless things lately. I wish I could say it was something exciting and me and Brazilian hookers ‘n’ blow are never ever ever getting back together, but it’s really more pathetic stuff - see Fig. A. I would say I’m trying to “Ann Perkins” it and date MYSELF right now except I am kinda seeing someone - POINT IS: I’m moving distractions out of the way. Despite setbacks, it’s time to return to what really moves and drives me: art that I share with other people. Really, that Fig. A led to some pretty amazing stories I could turn into more Picnic comics and before you know it, BAM, I’m the next Rick Worley. Radical feminists coined the term “the personal is political”; for me it’s also the personal is artistic(al?) since my personal philosophies and experiences leech into my art in everything from autobio to how I shape my fictional characters. This is my rationale for why I intertwine art updates on my Tumblr with all this TMI about what else I’ve been doing. Sorry I’m not sorry!

Bottom line: gonna get back to drawing more. Just bought a new desktop pc to power my comeback! Expect more frequent updates but same terrible record of not reading anyone else’s blog and inane rants on comics narrative structure. Plus occasional naked butts.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
I will have a few pages on display at the Center for Sex and Culture in SF! Opening reception is October 5th. Runs throughout the month. (Probably.)