...started to get REALLY good around chapter 17 or 18 of Part I, and now I am 300 pages in and becoming a little obsessed with it. Its been a little while since I was so engrossed in a book that I stayed up too late at night under the covers, forcing my eyes to stay on the sentence I was reading instead of scrolling down to catch a glimpse of what was going to happen next. Anyways, I write all of this because I (thankfully!) find myself slowly shifting into a more inspired mood now that I am reading such a vivid account of someone's fictitious life. I have been toying around with this idea for a fictional comic that I want to start for a while now, but I am nervous about inventing a complete world and personalities and emotions in such a way. Every story I have ever told came directly from my memories of my own experiences, so fiction is borderline frightening for me. Well, thats not true- the writing and drawing part will be fun- the sharing part is what is scary.
In an attempt to get myself amped up for some fall and winter drawing, I started going through some old artwork of mine and came across the photos we took of this mural I painted a couple years ago for
Green Chimneys in the Bronx (fyi: GC is an organization for homeless LGBTQ youth in NYC). I am not a painter by any stretch of the imagination, but this was a fun piece to do because it just needed to be huge to cover the wall and bold to stand out and make a statement- beautiful painterly details were completely unnecessary.


I think I shall upload some pages I ripped out of my sketchbooks from set from seasons 1 and 2. I dont guess the gallery on my site is a good place to put them, but at least it will be proof that my knitting hands have not taken over complete precedence over my life in Vancouver.