Posted by nullthread on Sep 11, 2021
I don't remember what got me started with comics. I was definitely reading them, but at some point I decided to just start, like, doing them
... but that's a story for another day; there's no "draft" or "edit" button on this platform yet and it's 11pm and I want to play video games with my friends! It's been a week. And it's exciting that you're here! I've been preoccupied with pushing a flock of projects an inch at a time. Finish line or milestone, I'll tell you more about them soon. They need a bit more tending.
I took my first "official" comics class a few months ago as a means to detach myself from everyday (pandemic) life and to hone a beloved skill through instruction. It just felt soothing to simply do what a more experieced other tells me is good. I took David Lasky (a friend) and Greg Stump's Graphic Memoir Class at Hugo House at a time when the school itself was going through it's own spiritual purge. I missed a class and couldn't do the homework. It turns out when you're living one day at a time you can't predict your future time and energy.
I did get to draw one comic that's been in my mind for a while.
My dad is from a little pueblo in the state of Tamaulipas. A few years ago, I wanted to find it on the map - but since I mostly visited my family as a minor, I didn't really need to know addresses, routes, how to take out a permit, or what you're allowed to take across the border. I'm still not even sure if there's an address. I did know, however, markers, vistas, rest stops and milanesas.
Imaging myself renting a car and driving down, I found the route on Google maps. My father's hometown faintly labeled. Street grids shaded with no names. A named minisuper with no address. A solitary coordinate, starred. I immediately recognize the plot.
See you again soon!