During a recent trip to the local hardware supply super store on official circus peanut business, my little one pilfered these paint chips to “make some art.” I couldn’t be more proud.
And, looking at them on the kitchen table, it stuck me that they already tell a story. Here’s a new abstract comic.
I just guest posted some comics for John Bintz’s Dawn’s Dictionary Drama. People submit words for John to create strips around – kind of like an Illustration Friday for comics in reverse. John gave me the words “Wife,” “Deadpanned” and “Bedeviling.”
John is an awesome hacker and prolific comic genius. Check him out.
Here are my comics, presented for posterity. It’s thematic!
Yes. I had a little more work done yesterday, which has pretty much ruined my weekend, aside from the hydromorphon vacation I’m on. The following, which is a follow up to the first ass blog, may or may not have actually happened.
The last thing I responded to at ArtScape was the call for the “Comic Strip” exhibit. They are going to cover each window pane at Penn station with a single panel from a comic. I was really looking forward to this – and, as such, ended up procrastinating something awful. My strips suffered a bit for it, too.
The very best-est coolest part is that the girls drew and submitted comics, too.
CoCoa adopted a theme I use called “The Incredibly Delicate Threads of Sleep.” And Leezle’s is about a magical panda that grows wings. Somehow, her comics usually involve a lot of pooping, regardless of the plot development.
Not sure what was accepted. Both the girls worked hard on this, especially Cocoa.
And here is Leezle’s:
“When you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go.”
~ Mrs. Cosmopolite
I took some of our critters to the pet hospital yesterday during my lunch break. The newest member of our family had his wings clipped. It went as well as I thought it would – he hated it. But, he totally blames the vet and not me.
A sign I saw last night said the following:
When we can’t find something, it doesn’t always mean that the thing is lost.
When things disappear, they often end up in the City of Lost things…