So I’ve been madly colouring my 50 copies of ‘Clueless’ and then signing and numbering them (limited edition!) for this Saturday’s zine fest. I used my radiant inks, which was fun, because I usually use watercolour on my comics, and this covers the paper more quickly and intensely. It’s a slightly unforgiving medium – if you have too much ink on your brush you can’t push it around, like you can watercolour or oil. But since my style is messy, and I can go to photoshop for flat colours, I try not to worry too much about it. If you live in Auckland you can come and buy one of these (56 pages! $10!) at Zinefest, or else you can email me: firstname.lastname@example.org to order your own copy. Alas non-zinefest price is $12 – I need to break even on the print costs (all labour, writing & handcolouring is free. Such is the life of an artist.)
Here is another little zine I’ve made for the day: Katherine Mansfield has an emo moment. I kept on messing it up, blobbing black ink in all the wrong places, and I had visions of doing a whole series of these but it’s Wednesday already and I haven’t started.
This weekend, I am going up to Auckland Zinefest. I have got a comic to sell – the print version of my ‘Clueless‘ comic, about being pregnant in New York City – which I first published here. I have fixed a few spelling mistakes, redrawn the shabbiest of the pictures and am hand-painting the covers of 50 copies. It’s a whopping 56 pages long. If you come to Zinefest (this year it’s at the Pitt Street Methodist Church, Saturday 29th August, 12-5pm) you can buy a copy for $10. I will be selling the remaining copies on Felt for $12+postage. Message me if you want me to save you a copy!
I have also done my usual array of hand-painted books in the hope of recouping my printing costs, including this one here: a redux version of George Orwell’s famous ‘A Nice Cup of Tea’ essay:
I was first shown this essay when I was in high school, soon after I’d read 1984. I was impressed at how exacting Orwell was about tea-making, how much attention he paid to each step. Also – six spoons of loose-leaf tea – obviously the man hadn’t discovered coffee.
As you can see, I’m experimenting with more mobile-friendly comics. The thing that I can’t quite manage is drawing short comics – once I get going I can’t stop, sigh.
This blog was posted while Shadow sat on my lap – she’s still terrified of the children but she’s very friendly while they are at school.
This is a snapshot of my journal – I have an office in town two days a week, and it’s situated dangerously close to the art supply store. On Tuesday I bought myself some new colour pencils (my collection has been swallowed up by the children) and today I bought myself a mechanical pencil so I can indulge in more architect fantasies and won’t have to live in a flurry of pencil shavings.
For those of you who are Wellington-based, I will be on a panel at Te Papa on Monday at 12pm. I am very excited because it will be with two people whose work I admire, Gregory O’Brien and the artist John Reynolds.
Also, today I saw this – a nice review of my Let Me Be Frank comics.
Oh the dilemmas of knowing too much and reading way too many essays online. I feel saturated in intelligent essays, which is a wonderful thing, but it makes me aware of all the possible ways of living and failing.
This comic here was prompted by this Jane Campion clip. It’s pretty cool – you should watch it.
I gave my character different hair in this comic – I am experimenting with a persona, as I do potentially have a new job drawing comics (alas not being paid squidillions for it) and I am exploring what I might do – observational stuff, like I post on this blog, or perhaps some kind of fictional drama, like what Posey Simmonds did for the Guardian. Of course she wrote this when print still reigned supreme and people didn’t read everything on their tiny phone screens.
Pop quiz: how do you read my comics? On your computer or on your phone?
Oh, and look, here is my manuscript! It’s over 300 pages but looks really huge because I hand painted it all on heavy paper. I still have to go back and revise stuff, and now Gerri Kimber’s found some poems from Katherine Mansfield’s lost years, so maybe I can bring some of that to the manuscript. But still, I feel a sense of achievement having got this far.