Sometimes you stop drawing comics because it's summer and you fall in love out of the blue and your whole world gets turned upside-down and you just want to be alive in your animal body every second of every day and then sometimes you start drawing comics again because it all goes to shit.

I would love to say that being non-monogamous and having other partners grants a degree of resilience in the face of heartbreak—and as I write that I think "actually, yeah, that's kind of true"—but it still hurts. I let myself get carried away by something that didn't turn out the way I'd hoped. I'm angry and sad.

I drew these in my other sketchbook with a brush pen because I was in Portland to see Zina graduate from her master's program and they were all I had with me, but I yesterday I switched back to my Muji pens and my big floppy Moleskine and my watercolors because it feels way better. I get precious with the brush pen. I enjoy the result, but it feels less freeing. (Maybe the answer is to just switch up my tools every time I start to get complacent so I can never make it "good"??)
I feel weird posting such personal stuff here, but also fuck it. It's 2022 and everything is so hard and I don't have time to compartmentalize my life!!! Hard feelings are good for making art. Hard feelings are good information about what I need. Hard feelings push me to uphold my agreements with the softest, youngest parts of me. To rekindle trust. To grow.
Putting these all inline as well as in the gallery viewer, for those that like reading via email:





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