flier for our next show, which im pretty excited for. we also got added on the ORIGIN/MISERY INDEX show a few weeks later, which is pretty big for only our third. it should be crazy good times.
yesterday i hand made an envelope out of an old tommy lee edwards comic i paid a quarter for, typewriter and all, stuffed it with weirdness and fun and mailed it to a friend who lives far away. she started it, and i couldnt reply with something half assed. im quite proud of it.
I'm learning runes, and the ritual I'm doing to learn them is that every week I write a blog about a particular rune, and then my best friend comes over and we make cookies with the rune drawn on top, and then eat them while reading the blog I wrote earlier in the day.
I'm immensely proud of how this turned out, and I'm delighted to share it with you all first.
CORDUROY ROAD #1: "To Damascus." 16 Pages. What if James Bond had John Constantine's job?
Written by Eric Palicki. Illustrated by Dion Hamill.
Read the full 16-page story on my website by clicking HERE, or on Page 1, above. Or, DOWNLOAD THE PDF.
When Warren was first discussing the FELL/DOSE/Slimline format, he mentioned the significance of the dollar, when that dollar could be spent either on entertainment or foodstuffs. The price of gas is soaring, and the U.S. economy took another dump this week. Perhaps the Slimline is an idea whose time has come.
Okay, here's an anecdote: I took this picture last summer in Lviv, Ukraine(1). It was on a Saturday morning. On saturday mornings young people take pictures of themselves in bride and groom outfits. Plenty of them. They use professional photographers to do that. Those so-called artists force them plus the best men into taking ludicrous poses. And lo and behold: It so happened that a movie scene was being shot in front of the operahouse of Lviv; it was supposed to represent Rosenthaler Platz in WW2 Berlin (that's what you see in the background) It was a TV movie shooting, nothing else, nobody was enjoying themselves at all, pure work, no fucking nostalgia. But later on, I saw on the Internet some cunts were using pictures of that very event in order to pretend the Ukrainians were nostalgic of the IIIrd Reich and organised revival events or whatever. It was appalling to find that on the Internet, not only because of the cunts slagging a country off, but also because of the people litterally willing to believe them. I used to like my picture because of the surrealistic contrast between that nuptial promenade and the horrific nazi background. Now I can't help thinking what people made of that and I just detest the pic (not, I think I took a good photo, actually but I hate to explain it)
(1) Ukraine is the European country where Jonathan Safran Foer's excellent novel, Everything is illuminated , takes place.
It's a site where anyone can upload digital comics, ebooks, magazines, etc and sell them, or distribute them for free, with a built-in community system.
this is my blog I'm working on a comic about a kitty cat who dresses like The Spirit, and he fights this vampire looking creep named Rooster. I really wanted a sepia look, but it ain't cheap so here is a grayscale version to compare; I dig the gray tho, it is like Saturday Morning Cartoons meets fucking-depressing atmosphere, kinda like Se7en, with a kitty cat hero.
As for my madness, well my attempts at creating comics are my madness. This is how I fight back against this dull-ass world, or as Darkseid puts it; this Anti-Life. This Life Trap. I gotta draw the stories in my brain or else I would be like everyone else and just snap an kill some poor fucker.
I love reading this forum. It's awesome to see so many talented people in one place.
I am normally shy but I'm trying to get more outgoing. I'm starting with the internet. I started a blog about art and some issues that interest me and here is my favorite post so far.
I hereby present, for your contemplation and delight, firstly a photograph:
This was the Anthony Gormley exhibition at the Hayward Gallery on the South Bank (eh, it's probably underwater in Freakangels, so don't bother looking for it...). As part of it, they stuck all these naked man sculptures all over the Waterloo area on the roofs of buildings which was bloody fantastic, all these lone figures silhouetted against the sky. One day, I remembered to take a camera while walking to work.
Secondly, some music... chunks of this made their way onto a Kemper Norton track, and I'm still waiting for the bloody royalties (and my copy of the cd), the bastard. So, this is my attempt to be Dido to Kemper's Eminem: