Sunday, October 24, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Mom's let a lot of the indigenous flora grow up on her property so it's covered in sunflowers, wild carrot, raspberries, Strawberries, thistles, and heaps of plenty other forgeable plants. It looks like a wild fairy land, an I don't use that phrase lightly.
Fairies are no joke.
I remembered that she had a stone dulcimer that Nana had given her and she wanted Kate and us to have it, so I might add it to our ever expanding pile of noise makers that we can't really play well. God help us when we move again.
If I can get a ride up to Stockbridge, a rural town of Rockwell fame, I'm going to sneak around my old reform school campus. It's bee abandoned and torn up, but as some of you know my next book is set there so I have to snap lots of pictures before they tear it all down.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
So I spent all day yesterday reformatting all my big hooking comic pages and dropping them into my mini-comic template, which just involves buckets of wrist cramps and watching the rainbow pinwheel spin. At the end I realized I had miscounted the page amount when I made the dummy copy so I had three blank pages in the middle of my comic. So basically I spent 12+ hours on my book and in order to fix my mistake I’d have to spend another 12. So I did some quick coffee fueled thinking and decided to just add three brand new pages in the middle and keep it all formatted as is.
What I did was add a short scene of Eddie in his room. It’s after he walks defeated from Whitworth’s mansion. The three pages start after this one.
Friday, July 23, 2010
cooking cooking cooking.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Cooking along on a big Tug zine for prospect 1.5 that's going to be going on in September here in NOLA. It's great that despite the scarcity of a lively art scene in many southern cities New Orleans maintains large events and tons of galleries.
The image up top is the cover page for the new zine, it's based off of Norman Rockwell's painting Freedom From Want. Of course the plates and food have been changed to the town, Whitworth's mansion, the hooverville, and the factories. The drawing also depicts the social and economic hierarchy, with the bosses and police at the top and the workers at the bottom. It's the most conceptual drawing I've done in a while. I know going to say, "But Ben, Freedom From Want was painted in forty three, that's ten years after your story. Rockwell started painting professionally well before the 20's and his subjects have always depicted romanticizations of american life, so it still seems appropriate to spin of his visual themes.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Here's another drawing that accompanies an article for our Bp spill news paper. Basically the author is pointing out that the BP Logo looks like a green buttonhole. Trust me, there are also hard hitting pieces of journalism in the newspaper as well.
Friday, July 16, 2010
I'm working on the last page for this chapter now. I managed to be only four pages over my goal finishing at 29 instead of a 25.
I'll be taking a month long break to go on the road for a bit. Nothing to ambitious, we're planning to go up to Canada and see some friends. Though we'll have the cats in tow. I'd feel bad leaving them if a storm hit, wiped out our house and covered the kitties in toxic sludge. So, um, Canada will be a hoot!
Friday, July 9, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Soz I don't have much to tell you, but it's been a while since I last posted some stuff so here it goes.
Heroes Con! It was a hoot. Kate and I slept on floors and in backyards, ran around back alleys, and even managed to fit the convention in. I meet Ken Dahl(aka Gabby Shulz) for the first time. I knew his work was sweet, but who knew he was such a nice guy? We talked to him for while trying to get him to visit us in NOLA, which is a hard sell due to the oppressive heat, a crime rate that leaves Juarez in the dust, and our biblical style disasters. Anyway, it's crazy awesome here and everyone should come before we're over run my mole people or lazer-eyed vampires or magma rain. I gave AD house one of my zines to consider, not holding my breath waiting for their call though. I also met Joseph Lampert, who is all types of badass. I foresee myself ripping him off in the near future. I also got to look at Guy Davis from over the steep sweaty humps of fan-boys and gals, no hope in getting to talk to him though, sigh. One day my prince will come.
There's a lot going on here in NOLA around the spill. Like most disasters two groups emerge, those reacting to the spill as a single event and those reacting to the dynamics around the spill as well as the spill itself. I've taken this opportunity of sorts to apply my limited skills to a group comprised of activists reacting to the dynamics around the spill. New Orleans is scrappy and seems to ban together fairly easily (save for the handful of moneyed folks of course.). We've had one very successful event. I sense the world famous american indifference creeping in though. Our group is planning many other public participatory actions but I fear this won't be very well attended. The gulf fills up with black goo and people just want to go shopping, eat, and fuck in peace, business as usual. I don't know what's a harder fight, the abolishment of indifferent selfish government and companies or of indifferent selfish people.
Anyway, expect more fun stuff from Tug. I was thinking today that my book is comprised mostly of assholes in various forms.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Here's a couple pages I colored for a zine I pasted around at the Heroes con. Had a lot of fun, slept in a tent, saw a lot of great art, and met some awesome artists. I spent the night before we made the long drive putting together zines to give to publishers. as it turns out there aren't many publishers at Heroes, so now I know.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
"There is but one way to know the truth, and that is not a golden one. It is fraught with toil and sacrifice and perhaps ridicule. The seeker of the truth must be fearless, he must not be afraid to enter the innermost holies of holies, and to tear down the veils of superstition that hang about any human and so-called divine institution. It is the truth that makes men free. If the truth tears down every church and government under the sun, let the truth be known and this truth only will be known when men cease to swallow the capsules of ancient doctors of divinities and politics; and when men begin to seek the truth in the records of history, politics, religion, and science."
Charles Austin Beard, 1898