old thing i did as practice for the high contrast minimalist silhouette paneling style i’m trying [albeit feebly] 2 perfect
in retrospect: pleased w/ the aesthetic, hate the self indulgent text (why do i persistently find the need to make comics when i’m in a “tormented” place? they always turn out embarrassing & crude)
i gotta stop buying out every goodwill in marion county’s stock of 80s-era ideals home magazine
i don’t think i ever posted the finished edit of this one- too big to do a proper scan in, but i’m real pleased w/ the turn out.
(friendly & self promotional reminder that if you live in the indianapolis area you can buy my print of this guy @ luna records on 52nd & college… or just stop in to sift through LPs & spy on the cute clerks. maybe pick up the trop tard reissue i’ve had my eye on. do whatever.)
i’ve been getting so many shit doodle comics done on the bus lately. not keen on todays, but w/e. it keeps me preoccupied.
conversations with a 14 yr old making the slow decent into skramz nerd hell
on self inflicted melodrama, being difficult, and stewing in cold baths
"why did you stop coming over?"
"i don’t know t-r, i stopped feeling ‘us.’ i could get down with the pretentious sad girl routine for awhile, but putting on arthur russell when i was going down on you was my breaking point."
" :-/ "
shit “bored @ work” business card doodle comics continued
special “wanting something you don’t know how to get so badly you find yourself breaking down in the mug n’ bun parking lot screaming ‘HOW MAKE HAPPEN’ at absolute nothingness” edition
so bored @ work i started doodling all these shit comics on business cards
*becomes a slime lord to casually melt out of conversation with overbearing coworker*
why am i so fixated on recreating this same scene a dozen times over instead of working on literally anything productive
poster thing i’m working on for luna (done in the two hours before my shift last night which was some kind of speed record)
prints of my stuff should potentially be in the store by record store day which is too too neat
excerpt from an older thing i abandoned cause it sucked
a piece I did for my friends’ zine (yet to be properly published) a little while ago.
more or less a manic ode to depressive episodes i think.