Drawings, also I miss you
Hey guys. It’s been a while. & I miss you.
I’ve had a lot of personal stuff going on for a whole bunch of months that I should probably get comfy talking with you about because I’m planning on making it into a book sometime, but it occurs to me that I haven’t really been talking to y’all about much of anything at all. So I’m going to try to work on that for now.
Internets, are we cool? I know I owe you email, and I have been slacking on that website I was supposed to make for you, and it’s been so long now that you’ve probably forgotten that I draw things. I’m sorry. Let’s be friends again. I want to hold your hand and make pretty things for you.I’ll wear my nicest shoes.
I still have a crush on you, and I’m making you a mixtape that proves it.
Actually, I’m serious. The first 5 of you that want to trade mp3 mixtapes- drop a note and we’ll do it. You should have some kind of blog or tumblr thing though so I have enough of an idea of what you’re about so that I can actually make you something you’ll like. Speaking of tumblr things, I finally am getting off my ass and cross posting this to there. I had it importing the rss feed of this blog before, but I didn’t log in for so long that it actually stopped working! If you are on the tumblrs and would rather read these things there, you can add me and stuff. Also, if you guys know of people I should follow on there (particularly people who DRAW STUFF) let me know. I just spent a week at that thing in the desert, and I’m now back to my life again and just like many other years when I’ve come back from the desert - I’m exhausted and full of wanting for something I can’t name. Maybe you guys can help me figure that out in the next couple weeks or something. In the meantime I’ll tell you about Burning Man.
Of course, when packing, I was in the middle of a huge deadline for IDW, so I forgot a lot of useful things I should have packed, like my camera. In true hipster fashion, though, I managed to bring both of my holgas- with which I mostly shot pinhole panoramas of the temple. The film will be ready later this week and if anything turned out I’ll show you.
There was one contribution I made this year though that I felt pretty awesome about. A few weeks ago, my friend Slim was off building the man with the other fearless members of the man build crew, and asking for suggestions on what images suggested Rites of Passage (this year’s burn theme) to us. As someone who tends to think of time in apartments, I immediately suggested keys- a marker that has come along with most, if not all major changes in my life thusfar. Out off all the ideas people suggested, my suggestion must have stuck out, because Slim picked mine. So this year, the man’s “heart” was a key. Also, he’s particularly clever and made the teeth of the key in the shape of the Trego mountains, which is just extra badass.
Also of note, this year I got my first playa haircut. It was mohawk day at Barber Ella Camp, and somehow I ended up in line next to fellow MassArt alum, Rich Mackin, who I’d seen around Boston damn near a decade earlier reading letters he wrote to companies at poetry readings. I of course didn’t recognize him, but after 20 minutes of conversation we discovered we have about a billion mutual friends, and then I figured it out. Along with prodding from my friends Arlen and Space Lion, he convinced me that I should get a mohawk. In the end I only half committed. I am still at the phase of drastic haircut in which a vacillate wildly between thinking it’s totally badass, or the worst idea I’ve had in life, ever. I’ll post a not-a-drawing picture of said haircut soon and you can all tell me which of my inner voices was right. There’s a bunch of really huge stuff that happened at Burning Man that is more important than haircuts, but I’m going to save that for another day.
In the meantime, hugs? mixtapes? Okay.