Platform Edge - "That's A-vore!" Pg 1

This isn't the first "Platform Edge" comic I've done, but it's the first page of a longer story. The initial one, created for an art/lowbrow culture magazine with the instructions to do "something with a cute tough punk girl in it" is somewhere in the publishing clouds, and I'll be sure to write when it's out. This one is on a cloud at Tapastic, where readers can subscribe to the comix they want to read (for free). http://tapastic.com/series/platformedge

An urban-surreal comedy centering around the deranged, demented and disatrous lives of two wayward housemates.

 

Slop Tank Cut-Up

 

We came home tonight from the cold following a trail of blood, at least until it headed in a different direction from the one we needed to go. The semi-consistent pattern of dime sized red droplets extended from the subway platform, through the turnstyle, up the steps and into the night. I couldn't say if someone had entered the subway bleeding and gotten on the train, or exited the train bleeding and headed to the street. But the little drops winked up saying "we'll tell the truth when no one else wants to. All you have to do is look."

This collage/cut-up has been sitting in my book for a minute now, I made it from some freebie paper I picked up when we all rode up with Sean to Philly, where he was one of the openers for Brighter Death Now at that venue. The back page of the paper seemed to be an anti-personals ad space where people could leave anonymous messages of hate to some unnamed person or other they detested. Of course, that page made for the most comedic cut-up text.

Self centered stupid trust fund bitch

inconsiderate, mean, self-centered, arrogant
and you talk about yourself way too much

Crookedly earned money

Why the hell do you want to be in someone's face

all the fucking time. You are the nastiest man

snorting up all the coke you can find with your

yuppie ass friends going to places like the fucked up 

bars that you need to sit in a tub with all these chemicals

and get that shit off you.

Walk away.

I bet your gonna have a really GREAT day tomorrow!

Rome Wasn't Destroyed In A Day

Automatic drawing with pastels, done during therapy. Somehow a lot of the blues in the original drawing got lost in the phone camera snapshot, but really, it's not important because none of it in this case was intentional. Talk, make lines, talk, put down colors. Triangles. I think one of the offices they use there is bugged, but not the one we were in that day.

Sandwiched in between AmeriKKKa burning and a holiday that means nothing to me---certainly not a maudlin inventory of "gratitiude", not when there are fleeting glimmers to appreciate in every day of the year, even the ones bogged down with the acrid fog of depression or anxiety. Sandwiched between a day of religious fundamentalists and genocide and the real life Hunger Games called "Black Friday" when a blood sacrifice or two will be made to the Gods of Commerce. And thinking tomorrow of making yams for Abuelita, and she'll likely ask again for me to play my violin for her and once again I'll literally fiddle while my culture's corpse burns.

Poking My Cultural Malaise With A Stick

I reject your definitions formed from ignorance

I reject your explanations that "Latina women love" your boundary violations, that it's our "culture",  that "freaky chicks will" that "crazy girls are"

Your solipsism, your reassurance to yourself that we know you're right, we disagree out of "fear" but you don't live with the guardedness that people like yourself create in your plunder

I reject being told I shouldn't mind something because you don't mind it

I reject being told I should be outraged or frightened by something because that's how you feel about it

I reject ignoring intersectionality. I  reject your SWERF and TERF special. I reject "social justice warriors" who come with 21st century fire and brimstone sermons of academia, rather than social justice

I reject "culture warriors" fighting to uphold a culture that is empty, repressive and anti-intellectual

I reject where this is all headed

Art On A Holiday Group Show

I promise not to put anything holiday themed in! Well...unless it's Krampus cuz he's fly like that. Or maybe some misfit toys.

  

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So anyway, I'm flipping out in a there-may-be-new-blood-art-before-the-night-is-done way because I only just now saw James Sturm's comic "The Sponsor". That it could elicit such a reaction should only be taken as complimentary...it means the piece succeeds as art in a way that Kickstarters can't measure. Some people are reading sexism into the work, because it's two male artists discussing the success of a younger female artist. I don't really go to that because the mediocrity who bought her way into a brief flurry of hype in the past and gloated to me about it regularly was also a woman. So while I'll discuss gender politics in lots of things, this isn't one of them. It's also, on my part, old stuff, Qlipphotic bad tapes running on dross-stained, dirty felt heads. Because I'm not in that place really anymore, I've got enough to do creatively, and a lot of it doesn't even center around basic survival! But a one-page comic story that evokes those emotions can put me right back into that place of hardship. Now THAT'S art.

This week is the release for Cult Of Youth's new album "Final Days" (which Eric contributed percussion on) and he's performing with Kama Rupa on Saturday. Meanwhile there's stuff I need to draw and paint.

5/31/11 La La Land - Postal At The Post Office

My beliefs about a culture of fear and passivity have increased about 10-fold since the events in this comic, sad to say. My goal is to conquer my personal fears and phobias both rational and irrational. A highly ambitious goal for a human, I know, particularly one with anxiety disorders. But doing so would be for the better. There's too many people, from abusive personalities one might interact with to media, government, and the like that are depending on fear to control us.