Hey heretics, I've definitely not only been posting poems as I write them for the past three weeks.
So strange, conceptually, that my main output has become something I dislike bringing up in conversation. You tell people you write books for a living, their eyes glaze over and they ask you the two requisite question required for the conversation moving on. Hell, best case scenario they go back to whatever they were talking about before and you can leave!
A real life human being asks what you do professional, say 'Poet,' and feel the ambient hostility raise by six degrees. It not even specific anger, there's just this weird agreed-upon contracts that poets are somehow less artistically valuable? People say 'poetry' with the same vitriol as 'self-published novel.' Which bodes well.
I'm starting to fear the jokes aren't landing, because we've veered a little too close to genuine passive dismissiveness of the arts, so, pretend I'm jangling keys and don't pay attention to the smoke & sirens combo move behind me, this freeway accident isn't going to start itself.
All of which to say, art is going to fumble over itself way more than is ever going to feel comfortable. And you're just going to have to ignore it and keep going. Make more art and only take the time to tear it off your skin if it gets close to your throat. Never let anyone kneecap you and especially not yourself. That bitch hasn't earned it.
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Wait, did you put a photo of Vil and Neige as kids in Eric’s office??
oh good, I was afraid that wasn't going to read properly and people would just be like "what is this supposed to be". :') but yeah! I like to think Eric was pretty fond of Neige as a kid! single dad sees orphan child approximately the same age as his own son and goes "hmm. okay, you guys are going to be friends now." (this did not go as well as he'd hoped.)
(also I do love how it's kind of a running joke that everyone loves Neige except for Vil, who's standing over in the corner and just seething with furious irrational hatred. someday maybe he'll find someone who doesn't think Neige is the best thing since cinnamon rolls.)
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Lava
quick here have some weird-angst comic i spent all day on!!
really happy with how the last page turned out :) there's no context i just love them.
BONUS:
(also thank you?? so much for all the reblogs and likes and stuff i feel so special teehee im not used to any engagement with my art. why didnt i make a tumblr sooner!!)
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you have to be honest with yourself, leo
every leo has insecurity issues, in this essay i will--
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | and the missing leo hug from this part
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when tulips erupt from my ribcage, is it grotesque or lovely?
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Uncle Raph!! Page 1 - Previous
Me: I'll just draw a cute scene where Casey worries and tries to rub Raph's frown away haha. One, two pages max.
Me, 17 pages later:
CASEY SAID THE THING!! RAPH'S THING!! Anyway everyone give one big hurrah to CJ for being the most nephew ever.
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