Home from home, and other tree houses I spend my days in

So, this is something that I'm working on. The next wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy overdue issue of my petite offering to the world.  I figure It'll be done in a month or so, but who's t' say...  I'm always promising that I'll get to work, and then never moving anywhere near the right direction. But heck, its fun to dream anyhow.

trying to think of a subtitle for this one... maybe 'astronautically challenged' ll do.. Its gonna be mostly the tale of an astronaut, I'm reworking that ol 28 pager i put up a few weeks back on tumblr so it'll look more like this:

also gonna have some of my daily strips in... with added texture. But still, alas, yawnworthy.

Anyway, the real reason I'm even posting right now is because a few days ago I went to see this film. which I had damn high hopes for. which exceeded all those presuppositions I'd dwelled upon. in short the film was pretty damn perfect. go watch it, really. 

So its four hours (with an interval) and 99 percent black and white. and German.. yeah, its arthouse. Go watch. In content t'is just the stuff of life, with a splash of magic thrown in..  funny, sad and poignent,  this film made my flipping week.  I haven't seen the heimat television show (of which this is a prequel) but if I can find the thing (1980's german tv..?!). Edgar Reitz's life project is well worth the time methinks. heck, Werner Herzog even pops up near the end (as he's so wont to do these days..)

HOME FROM HOME - CHRONICLE OF A VISION 

Nothing doing. Nothing done.

page, drawn maybe in december?

man is the man-

John Fahey - Sunflower River Blues (1967 Version)

some stuff you don't need to know, (yawns incl gratis)

Playing with proper cartooning, drawing with ink. It can be nice at times.

Reading 'leaves of grass' by Walt Whitman.. I have some yawns, and then he'll bursts out with lines t' make the heart swell, but they're few and far...  Im still digging Frank O'haras 'meditations in an emergency', over and again. Fernando Pessoa travels with me in my bag most days.

JAUJA, a pretty (and pretty intense) film, I thought it was a damn fine piece.

I didn't like Noah Baumbach's latest (while we're young) so much, but it was at least entertaining.. nice piece from the soundtrack here:

"We Used To Dance" By James Murphy

I have this map. Its a damn bad map, leading to over there. Left foot first.

And sometimes you just set off without a clue, and six pages in realise its all too clumsy. sketchbook stuff.

I just felt I maybe owed a post or something. A few weeks ago I went to berlin with my bud JJ a swell city, full of girls laughing at us... When I was younger I really enjoyed drawing cities, but these days I just walk and look, so no sketchbook pages from there Im 'fraid.. anyhow here I  am  fighting a great white emptiness ( I didn't win)..

blah blah blah.

At work I was introduced to this Portuguese music man. Its pretty and melancholy. 

      noiserv - Bullets on Parade

L' astronaute returns, stays for brunch, and then leaves for a prettier face

I put up a little astronaut comic on my tumblr. OVER HERE.

pretty dull stuff as always. Sorry about that.

I listened to this amazing album whilst colouring this morn, because I couldn't see no darn eclipses from london town.

Ant Trip Ceremony - 24 Hours 1968[FUll Album ]

Ho Hummns part deux

Sketchbook works,

I've drawn a heck of a lot, but my books full of pretty personal anxieties et al, nothing really of interest, these pages are the two least embarrassing, so up they go.

Like a poor man's anders nilsen 

I was introduced to this band recently. Nice.

Future Islands - Inch of Dust

Ho Hummns part 1

So, I put some draws up on MY TUMBLR, more whining I'm afraid, but at some points I guess you just gotta accept except your natural voice, eh?

Its been the longest time since I posted anything here, and life's moved up and left and backward and everywhere in between since then.. I guess Im still half a real person, trying to figure out this o'l world... thats enough rambling narcissism for now instead Ill leave you to:

Tarheel Slim & Little Ann - It's Too Late

negative thinking on comics

Why would one draw comics?

Does one consider the brief and rare flickers of joy worth all the of frustration? is it justifiable to spend such large periods of time staring at a sheet of paper thinking nothing at all, until some thought of no consequence appears. If something you love is putting you in a very real state of misery and negativity, should you leave it behind? 

Is it even possible?

Fuck it, draw some comics, because it doesn't matter if you cant draw a convincing hand, just draw a hand. If you have something to say just say it, right? 

But if you don't have anything to say, why would you speak? and if you don't know the right words, how can you argue convincingly.  Do you ever draw for others... are comics really the cheapest form of therapy? I don't think they help me much at all... writing things down doesn't alway help one process anything. Comics make me happy sad, angry and bitter.

not everyone is able to reach the point they hope to, my goals are mediocre, and my inability to attain them leaves a taste in my mouth. Plus I live too much in my head, and I'm open to negativity at the best of times. 

just thoughts, nothing else.

anyhow this is a good album, specially tracks 1, 6 and 11

KAREN O AT HOME FULL ALBUM

yawn etc

Hi, how are you... sorry I haven't posted in so long, its simply that I have nothing to show for the time. ce la vie. Above are two pages, which go nowhere, but I enjoyed drawing the first.

so theres that.

I just returned from the cinema, where I watched Calvery. a fine film, I enjoyed it immensely, though its hard to stomach at times, It asks many questions similar to the Great Beauty, but in a more "obvious" way-- Brendon Gleason is a priest (and one of only three sympathetic characters)... the constant stream of existential and religious queries headed in his direction are in the line of duty i suppose. blah de blah... sorry Id be more eloquent if I were to just talk ... typings dull stuff... Maybe I should cast a really shitty podcast eh!

yawn... 

this is great 

Hailu Mergia - Hari Meru Meru

Im not blue, call me azure

Wasn't sure which version I preferred, anyhow... I drew this little four page thing yesterday on my day off..

I'd like to say that I feel lucky today, so Im not even going to rant or complain at all in this post. Can't promise for t' next post, so enjoy a rare respite. 

I love this song.

Mira Niñita - Los Jaivas