my baby walks…

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i created bob the squirrel over 7 years ago. through thick and thin, good times and bad, the little tree rodent has always been there for me. i know it may sound bizarre to some… but if you spend as much time with your imaginary friends as i do, they become real. really real.

in all those years of drawing him, writing him, putting him in a thousand situations…(over 2500+ strips at this point) i never drew him with walking in mind. i mean, let’s face it… he’s a wise ass…the limited space you have in a daily strip doesn’t really give you much play as far as movement…you move the story along, try to be as artistic as you can and get to the next day. a daily strip is a grind that would make most mortals cry.

so, bob rarely moved. sure, he would climb trees, climb frank, chase, get chased but for the most part he was just there. he’s bob. he’s always there.

for my next semester in grad school, i’m animating.

i’ve never animated before in my life. ever. so nerves are exposed and the learning curve is steeper than well, it’s 90 degrees straight up. in talking with my artist-teacher last night, i was thrown a revelation: he’s not all that familiar with the bob character…i need to make him walk.

i knew that. if i’m going to animate he needs to walk. but frankly, i was avoiding it. maybe i was afraid that this character i spent so much time with would change once he moved. maybe he would move away from me… walk into the sunset as a chaplin silhouette.

corny and insane… i know. but like i said, i’ve spent more time with bob than almost anyone else in my life…

this morning, i did it. it took me four sheets of typing paper and a crapload of erasing, but i did it. i made bob walk.

it wasn’t as scary as i thought it would be. and after i got the one i wanted, i smiled. he was always living, but now he’s on his way to being alive.

back from the moon, episode 2

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so i’m back from the moon (the moon being my third MFA residency in vermont). 4 hours and 51 minutes of driving on winding roads as well as three, four and five lane highways, overpriced diet sodas from vending machines that i swear are flipping me off, bathrooms that range from the taj mahjal to the stockyard and all the piercing silence, punctuated by a newly developed rattle in the front end of my car.

this residency was great. i had a good time…let my guard down… a little.

three down and two to go with two more studio projects, a visual culture research thing and the mother of it all… the process paper— a document which sums up my experience as a grad student and forecasts the artistic road that may one day be under my size 10.5 hiking boots. (insert dramatic music here).

if i can get through last semester with most of my hair, most of my health and a third of my sanity…i got this.

for those of you out there in Never-ever land who are interested in acquiring a copy of my first graphic novel “better man” i’ve decided that i will self-publish… i am really proud of this book and want it out there now for everyone to experience. i will post details on how to get a copy next week sometime.

thanks again for keeping tuned to my exploits…. hopefully i’ll stay entertaining…

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hurry up and wait…

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so…

i have a paper for grad school that has to be written, edited, obsessed over, re-edited, proofed and sent out by the 16th to meet my oct. 17th deadline. oh, and if i failed to mention it, the paper has to be somewhat coherent. so i have that working against me.

i also have my grad school studio work to deal with. i was very gung ho in august… when i was freshly returned from my summer residency…full of piss and vinegar and ready to take it on. i had been subjected to countless stories about how the semester has a tendency to get away from you if you are not careful… no worries… i’m the king of time management (if you don’t believe me i can post a pic of my crown…)

problem was, i blinked. when i opened my eyes, some two months and change had passed by. don’cha hate it when that happens?

so, in essence, i’ve become a cliche yet again. the stressed out art student who set out to change the world with his/her art and ended up scrambling to meet a deadline. stressing out even more because everything is imperfect. and of course, vowing that next semester will be nothing like this.

creativity on a time budget is like shooting dice. when you get a good roll on, nothing but sevens and elevens, you think the ‘luck’ will never run out. everytime you pick up a pencil, pen or brush it works.

then there are the shooting craps days…snake eyes. the days when you write even your name wrong…

so i’ll be rolling the dice for the next few weeks.

i know what my issue is. i stopped to think. thinking, in this instance, is a hindrance. instinct is your muse, your guide. you can always go back and correct something. the biggest obstacle is jumping off and creating something you CAN go back to.

i hope my dice are loaded.

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