How school was
Louder than bombs
Jonathan and I watched The Triplets of Belleville last night, which had some wonderful ‘found’ orchestration. It was very odd, and both of us had surreal dreams.
On the dance floor
Further greedy adventures
Fate and tone
This is another one of my China stories – it’s actually been over a month since I went, so all my memories have probably been distorted into fiction already. This is why I am a novelist rather than a journalist – I fictionalise facts moments after they happen. I have another China story to post tomorrow, and then I think I’m done. Besides, Jonathan goes back to work after a week off so I won’t have so much time to draw comics.
Dumplings in Shanghai
Hey, I really was in China – here’s an article to prove it. But I’m not sure I said I was writing an illustrated children’s book next. I think I said I would try writing a graphic novel after I’d finished my novel-in-progress.
Jam in the parlour
This was one of my favourite Blondie karaoke songs
I saw Joanna Newsom live in Wellington when I was pregnant with Gus.
Daffodils
Existential crisis no. 7963
This has actually been bugging me: is Twitter a necessary promotion and idea-sharing tool for an artist? Or is it just a distraction? I have been holding out joining because I waste enough time as it is on facebook, but if I joined twitter as well, would I waste the same amount of time on a wider variety of stimuli? Is Twitter, as Margo Lanargan says, the water cooler conversation a writer/artist is usually denied working by themselves? Somedays I think I should chuck my modem out. But then I watch another amazing youtube video or google what Wordsworth looks like and realise that I cannot live without it. Somedays I think I should oil the etching press in my shed and go completely analogue, but then who would know if I didn’t blog about it? We are becoming very performative… cue existential crisis no. 7964…
Thanks once again the the people who commented on my last post. I couldn’t chose in the end and had to resort to drawing names out of a hat! So congratulations Brian, NZ Book Girl and Maeve. I will contact you to get your postal addresses. And also a bonus prize to Jo for being first to comment.
Oh, and here’s that movie I just watched – The Diving Bell and the Butterfly – it is very beautiful and thoroughly tragic.
Finally, my Roses for Christchurch comic appears in Darkest Day – Comics for Christchurch anthology, and my St Patrick’s Day comic is printed in Bristle 9, edited by Brent Willis.
LET ME BE FRANK 