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Thursday, October 24, 2013

Hot off the presses!

Check it out!  There won't be anything new here except the cover drawing, but nothing that's been printed before, so if you are a Carina completist, pick this up at canzine west on nov 2!  

Thursday, September 26, 2013

More dispatches from the road

Elope with me miss private and we'll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping 'round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and we'll set something ablaze 
A trail for the devil to erase 
San fransisco's calling you the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza New York catcher are you straight or are you Gay?
We hung about the stadium we've got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell about the saddest book you've ever read, it always makes you cry
The statue's crying too, and Willie Mays. 

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Updates from the road

Hey fan base!  This is a dispatch from the road, I haven't had too much spare time to do paintings but I have done a few, here's what we've got so far. 

Friday, August 16, 2013

I've been drawing!

This has been an incredible summer and its not quite done yet.  I am planning on keeping daily notes and drawings while on my big bike trip next week, but things were already getting weird by July so I started the diary early!  I am not going to publish it here but I will be compiling it and selling it in corporeal form only!  I aim to have my summer journal ready in all it's gory glory for Canzine West in November!  
I'm really enjoying using watercolours again.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Lil' painting

 I did this little painting tonight, it's inspired by so many many profile pictures.  

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

The Kitsilano Boner Bandit

Last year when we lived in Kitsilano there was an extended period where I was hearing lots of warnings about some pervert looking in peoples windows and exposing himself around the neighborhood, including from one of my coworkers at Bennys.  Little did I know that I would play a small part in this crime spree.  Here's the first 3 pages of a short comic about the "incident". 

Saturday, February 09, 2013

comics for International Bagel Day.

A Bennys comic from the Vault for bagel day. 

Hourly Comic Day 2013

It's that time of year again!!  This year's hourly comic day turned out to be a great burden placed on my shoulders by fate, as we headed down to Seattle to Visit our pal Jake and his family, and attend the release party for Jake's new video game, "Skulls of the Shogun"  available now on XBOX live and windows Surface! 

Sunday, January 27, 2013

One Mans Trash......

Hey fanbase!   I made a new comic!  My return to the world of corrupting youth has blessed me with fodder and abundant free time.  This comic is actually about something that happened years ago that I've always wanted to draw.  All names have been changed, but the event happened exactly like this.  it's comic gold, I tell ya. 

Thursday, January 03, 2013

Ye olde recap

I have been an insufferable grump this winter, and i thought maybe it would give me some perspective to recap my year. Pretty sure everyone else's year was just as "eye opening" and "incredible".

January 2012:
I started the year like many others waking up on a cold tile bathroom floor with a throbbing welt on my face. Oh yeah, I also pissed myself. I had passed out and smashed my face on the toilet paper roll holder, after what I thought was a pretty restrained and responsible New Years. Coming home I even undressed, brushed my teeth And drank water before bed. Even though that was a horrible morning I thought the whole thing was pretty hilarious, although now I look back and realize I could have cracked my skull and died pretty easily. It's a good thing I landed on my face.
Also I bought a new iPod touch

Back to work teaching part time high school art with Swey, one of my favorite people. The kids are loud, crazy, funny and the adventures continue.

32 birthday, I celebrate by shooting a pump action shotgun. Funnn. Then Swey and I drive a rented "David" Suzuki to Portland for a weekend trip. I buy many things. Atli and I get matching Javelina tattoos.

The house we've lived in for over 5 years goes on the market again, life is in upheaval. Atli announces moving to Hawaii indefinitely. We have three of the most hilarious and satisfying yard sales and sell all her worldly possessions and many of mine. I consider being a crazy yard sale lady. I renew my passport and discover its actually Atli's passport I have, mere hours before she's due to fly to Honolulu, action movie like tension ensues. She gets there okay.

House hunting. We are gentrified out of Kitsalano and its yoga moms, and move to the hippy pinko commie lefty cool dad world of Commercial drive, into a virtually identical to our old place, dumpy upstairs of a falling apart 100 year old house. I jog the first avenue viaduct instead of the beach. We hang out in Crab Park and eat in Chinatown.

I start out our new life on the drive by rear ending a semi-truck in a traffic jam and my beloved shitty 1998 VW golf, Friday, comes to the end of her time with me.
I begin driving my dad's all black, leathery monster V6 VW GTI around. It's as dark as sin inside it, I name it Darth Vader.
late June I went to visit Atli on Oahu's north shore for 10 days. We do the things we always do. Bike ride, drink coffee, swim and talk. I enjoy eating raw crabs, mangos and my hostel, and also getting the worst sunburn of my life.

Prepping for being a Bridesmaid in Christine and Travises wedding, and preparing for trip to Europe. The wedding was perfect, then The night of the wedding I shit myself in my 200$ jcrew dress, then I'm sick all night. 48hours later I am in europe, still weak and shit myself in the car driving from frankfurt to switzerland with my parents and aunt and uncle. Then again at my aunts house.

Whole month in Europe, we road trip the whole thing. we hike the alps, I draw, I slip and fall into the Grand Canal in Venice. I see zurich, I see the Louvre in paris, And a French girl knew what my "flaneuse" tattoo meant. I watch "the Italian job" on the flight home.

I am substitute teaching again.
I almost spontaneously buy a new VW, a grey v5 standard Golf named Sprinkles. and get my first car payment ever. I finish the drawings from my trip, that's about it.

Colin's sister comes to visit from New York, we carve pumpkins.   I drive to Cambell River on the island in my new car, it goes very fast.  Eleanor goes home and dad comes to finish up Colin's giant ATAT sculpture. I do absolutely nothing for Halloween. I draw inktober drawings.

Colin shows his work in the East side culture crawl. I finish my travel journal comic and show in Canzine West.
Sweatpants, my antique and beloved guinea pig, dies in my arms at the ripe old age of 6.

I teach a lot. I work at Benny's a lot. Andria comes back from Hawaii and starts working at Benny's too. I do an oil painting of my dads villiage in Italy. I drive in a snowstorm. I read at Wolf Mountain poetry reading.

Looking back it feels like I just got here, I guess it was a pretty busy year for me, and a mostly happy one. I supposed the worst thing was sweatpants dying, which was sad but in the grand scheme of things not so bad. The one thing is my life is pretty much identical to how it was last year. Even my new apartment is so similar. I would like to be able to do something radical, like move into a warehouse, or join an NGO, or bike ride to Dallas. I think I'm going to start by just drawing more.