A short, gentle comic about living with PTSD in a culture where news media is ubiquitous.
This was written for 24 Hour comic day, in October 2018. The specific news cycle at the time was the Kavanaugh confirmation hearings.
Content warning: sexual assault mention.
ink and brush/faux woodcut style
Ladd Observatory, Faizah’s new home
old-fashioned look emphasises historical aspect of tale
This is the last page of the second sketchbook. The third will be posted as soon as it is scanned.
This was never really meant to be published. It’s scans of my personal journal, drawn and written over the course of months, during a mental breakdown that was…rough.
It’s not polished, but it is deeply personal and deeply honest. The people I have shared it with say that it has helped them. I hope it helps you, too.
This is the end of the first journal/sketchbook. Scans from the second sketchbook of this project can be seen here.
The World Ends in 24 Hours was conceived, written, and illustrated in 24 hours for (surprise) 24 Hour Comic Day.
Thanks to Minnesota Center for Book Arts, Wet Paint, and the International Cartoonist Conspiracy for hosting the event (and feeding us)!
I guess the point of this one is, be gentle with your words. Even well-meaning ones can be sometimes be damaging to hear.
A short, silly (?) comic about depression, and how easy it is to get caught in a negative cycle.
As always, my society6 shop is here.
In a thrilling update to the #butWHYisitsupposedtobesexy category of Thrift Shop Hell, I recently found not one but two additional sexy, bikini-wearing, anatomically-distressing pigs.
oh no
oh nooooo
(For those of you just tuning in to this project, the original #butWHYisitsupposedtobesexy pig can be seen here.)
It’s a pun, see?
This is a silly parody for people who love that sort of thing.
If you’re one of those people, you can buy it here.
The cutest walnut in the world.
I once found a black walnut shell that smiled. I love him.
To buy a print (or throw pillow, or iPhone case…) of this cute little guy, click here.
Exactly what it says on the tin
Sometimes you just gotta draw a rad pink neon lightning bolt. That need results in images like this one.
Exactly like this one.
(If you just gotta own a rad pink neon lightning bolt, buy one here.)
You are my rock.
There’s thousands of ways to say I love you.
This one involves rocks and puns, two of my favorite things.
Click here to purchase this image as an art print, phone case, greeting card, or more.
The towel I’ve always wanted
Do you know where your towel is?
I’m delighted by the latest products added to the society6 line of home goods: towels! Not that I’m normally the sort of person who has their life well enough together to be excited about towels– this is a special case.
It’s a special case because that one of my favorite (and by far the best-selling) designs, one inspired by and a tribute to The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy…is now available in towel form.
Why is that important? I’ll let the man himself explain:
…a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have “lost.” What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in “Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.”
-Douglas Adams, The Hitch-Hikers Guide to the Galaxy
Click here to view or purchase DON’T PANIC! towels!
Apparently I have a Look. (Also I spelled “serotonin” wrong in two different ways. Oops.)
Let’s hear it for friendly taco bar guys! Everybody should have one in their life.
The problem with me and daily sketches is that they eventually just become a constant litany of exhaustion.
Stay tuned for further adventures in tiredness!
