Before launching into this week's procession of interviews, I reckon it's fair to provide a little Monday recap of my week in some matters:
* I completed a two-page piece for the upcoming Trees & Hills New England cartoonists collective's anthology comic. They'll be selling it at MoCCA, too, so keep an eye out for that. Ye Venerable Editors, Dan Barlow and Colin Tedford, were at CCS on Saturday for a Trees & Hills comics jamming session, and I left the completed pages for them, as I couldn't attend.
The two-pager has been accepted, but their comments were interesting: this is an all-ages anthology, and working carefully within those parameters, I cooked up the most subversive two-pager I could, aimed at anyone who has ever seen a school yearbook. Dan wrote, "Very powerful stuff. I was actually quite stunned when I read it." Colin wrote, "Kind of at the edge of 'all-ages' (for some folks, I guess? I mean, I read Ender's Game in elementary school), but no more so than a newspaper anyway. I'm starting the mini's layout right here in the CCS classroom - looks like 52 pages incl. bios..."
Heh heh. You can do a lot with just two pages, folks. And if you want to see what this is all about, you'll just have to buy the comic, won't you? Links to follow, once Colin and Dan give me the heads up.
* Also worked on some panels/pages with CCS graduate Sean Morgan for his MoCCA comic. I've been drawing aliens for Sean's new story, and we'll have more on that closer to MoCCA -- again, you'll have to buy the comic to see what we've cooked up!
* Still laboring over one more piece for another CCS-spawned venture for MoCCA, but I'll hold off saying anything more until it's done. Biggest damn page I ever worked on, though.
Well, I've got to dash -- I'm having breakfast with CCS grad Ross Wood Studlar, who is leaving VT and the CCS community for work in the grand outdoors of Oregon this summer.
As I pointed out to Ross via email, he's carrying on a proud tradition: after all, folk singer/cartoonist Michael Hurley has been shuttling between Oregon and Vermont since the '60s, making his way in the world while making his own distinctive music and comics. Sending Ross off with at least one good Crossroads Cafe breakfast in his belly, my treat, seems the right thing to do. We'll miss you, Ross!
The conclusion of The Sopranos was a corker last night. I loved the ending -- I thought my fucking cable had gone out! It pissed me off and left me feeling the way Tony must have felt every moment of his adult life. Kudos to David Chase and all the creators; what a great series.
Beating a Dead Horse into Pulp Dept.: Note the comment thread on yesterday's 'PS' post, if you're interested in revisiting or visiting for the first time why I ain't doing what many folks think I should be doing, based on not knowing -- ah, well, read it, if you're interested.
So it's all in one neat, tidy compact place, here's the back story links:
Whew. That's that, I hope. If not, let's converse on the comment thread for last night's PS, please.
And that frees me up now for the week of wonders ahead -- more interviews here, more drawing at home, and a sweet week in June.