For Page Turner on novels peaking in singular sentences.
Here’s one of my favorites: "The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit."
(the text in the image is from the exciting conclusion of Swann’s Way)
Reprimanding groupmese/going back to trashy line style for bits of YZ5.
And no, I don’t think there’s enough hands on foreheads in this world.
Here’s a commission for Dustin Harbin, who asked for something Russian. I didn’t feel like drawing bears, booze and homophobia, so I did a thing inspired by Petersburg, the highly demented modernist novel by Andrei Bely that has passages like this:
"The factory hooter wasn’t hooting, the wind was absent; and speechless was the dog." (quick crap translation by yours truly)
Of all the Russian books I’ve read this one most thoroughly seems to capture the Russianness of Russia, its language, patterns and colors while moving the story in the most fantastically hysterical fashion. As far as I’ve heard it’s actually more accessible in English, though I can’t imagine how its wordplay and rhythm can be translated.
I also drew 10-15 other commissions (sending next week), but I can’t be bothered to scan them. Good night.
An Hourless Hourly Comic Day Not Quite Comic.
Or rather: what I did instead of the Hourly thing.
Or even: let’s be honest about it, I spent the Hourly day writing down some vacant thoughts just so that I could later draw little dancing people and complain about papertowel packaging in the same post.
Anyway, a panel from my last year’s despairing proper hourly was referenced in Disa’s excellent Hourly, which is exciting.
Also, Richard Short is doing commissions until the end of the month, look what he did for me. I asked for something smarty-pants and bleak and he most definitely “delivered.” Give him money, ok.
Spots for the first New Yorker of the year, New Yorker dream #3.
Reminder! I will be in that New York from January 8th till 13th: at the Society of Illustrators gala for my golden award thing and around the city gasping at snow, lovely fluffy snow, and freezing. I still have a ton of caldenars left, so if you want one, let me know.
PS. In case you’re wondering, dream #2: cover, dream #1: short story.