Sam Orchard had an answer for me; Nostalgia is the lactic acid of memory.
I’ve been re-reading Understanding Comics, by Scott McCloud, which got me thinking about the choice of moment in comics. Otter-dogs tends to pack the moments in. Moment-to-moment is almost the only transition that I use.
This was fun and, in some ways, an elaborate excuse to share a couple of moments from the AWF.
Moment one: The moment where I started explaining to an officer that the reason I had been speeding was that I was late for a spoken word poetry show and let the end of the sentence quietly trail off.
Moment two: The moment where I was asked if I was the one who drew the comic about Katherine Mansfield. You know, because there is probably only one woman who knows how to draw or, perhaps, would have the gall to do it in public. I smiled and said that, “No, I am not Sarah Laing,” forgetting, in the moment, that I do actually draw a comic with Katherine Mansfield in it and this was the perfect opportunity for a spot of dopplegangery mischief.
I feel like the festival was brought to me by Ivan Coyote, a wonderful person who is older than they look. Honestly, there is no way to draw them without making them look 12 years old. What’s that about?
“I cannot draw Hera Lindsay Bird’s face” sounds like the title of a Hera Lindsay Bird poem. I think her resting face looks like generic-pretty-brunette and her uniqueness, what makes her striking, is in her smile. Others disagree. Others say that she could be any pretty girl when she smiles and what makes her fascinating is her non-smile face. Such is the enigma of Hera Lindsay Bird.
In any case, people don’t hold smiles in these things. They stretch up and are lost so the smile I tried to capture was already a memory. I couldn’t check it against a reality. At least I know what went wrong with Bill Manhire. I made his lips too big and too close to his nose.
(The spoken word drawings are me leaning into the fact that I really couldn’t see them. I think they are kind of fun in a people as inaction figures way.)
A lovely woman gave me her daughter’s ticket to Nick Bollinger when it was supposedly full. Her daughter wasn’t there. Don’t worry. This act of kindness was not in tandem with an act of malice. Andrew Johnston is so smart. I’m really hoping his book arrives so that I don’t feel compelled to buy another one […]
I missed the first half of Jennifer Niven’s talk and then really gave her a zombie face. I promise she isn’t a zombie.
Ivan Coyote is cool.