Looking back and looking forward

Dear Sister,

These are the shirts I wanted to get you  for your birthday,

But I got you this instead. Remember? We had great discussion about one of our  favorite authors, and the transformation of her text from marriage to zombies.

Looking forward to the holidays, I stepped back to remember last year’s festivities. I made these pies, and arranged them on the kitchen counter during Thanksgiving last year. Our sister was sad, from a fight she had earlier that day with her boyfriend, so we cheered her up.

 

Soon we will be getting ready for this year’s dinner. I’ll make the salad,

Dad will pick the wine.

The mood will be set.
I’m sorry I won’t be seeing you this year for Thanksgiving, but I’m excited to see the rest of our family in a few days. I know you have a long trip though, so don’t forget to strap everybody in for a safe trip!

Love, your Sister

An “a” and a Lad

A lad says what shall warm a farm.  A man says that a dark farce can attack, fatal farms. What shall a gal land? As glass spanks a bank, watch as small shards appall Mark’s hard farm hands.  Mark can rank a man’s marks, cards and all. A bad lad has Mark’s war, an act that has a trap and a zap. Zaps can trap a lark, far awash a grad that wants a farm. That lad can fall apart, talk as darts, watch a blast. Wham! That man’s farm was dark. A fatal farm blasts that lad’s say apart, and Mark’s war pats a grad’s la-la-land. Damn.

 

SPX

As someone who has never read a comic beyond the Sunday Funnies, SPX was quick a shock to the system.  I’ve been at conventions and marketplaces before, but this one had so much to take in that I found my body wandering in a nonsensical pattern around the room.  After reading Chris Ware’s book in class, I thought I had a basic understanding of comics; both in form and content.

One of the booths that caught my attention was of a woman who made comics as a hobby. She formed her comics in grids like bingo boards, but when I asked her if she considered herself “experimental,” she said “no.”  From her perspective, she considered her comics conventional because while her form may have been a little out of the ordinary, her content was what she called “everyday problems.”  Although I respect her opinion, I disagree. I think that having experimental form warrants enough to be considered an experimental comic artist.  It was wonderful speaking with her though because she was very humble and enthusiastic.

The second booth I was completely taken with was the cuddlesandrage booth that featured cartoons of vegetables or cute little animals.  What I liked most about their comics was that their characters were very easy to relate to.  They seemed to depict the random moments of absentmindedness of the average person.  They seem relatable because I think most people have days where they feel as melancholy as the unicorn shredding the rainbow, or as exasperated as the pickle in the jar.

While some demonstrate instances of shock or frustration, some were just silly. This made the comic full or truth, but also entertaining and fun to examine.

Lastly, this expo was enlightening in the way each artist presented his or her work.  Most of the booths contained people who were very enthusiastic and immensely proud of their work, while others seemed nervous and almost too uncomfortable asking for money.  The most memorable man, was presenting his first comic at this convention and was very nervous when I approached his table and asked to read his comic entitled “Home.”  The comic was about a boy asking his mother to go home even though they were in the house where they lived.  I found this comic especially powerful because I have been questioning the meaning of ‘home’ myself.  When I asked him what inspired this comic, he explained the feeling of distance and disorientation he sometimes feels in spaces he knows he should feel at home in, which is exactly how I have been feeling ever since my parents uprooted from our home two years ago.  His uneasiness seemed to dissipate as we spoke, and my questions opened him up to a deeper conversation about what makes a place home.  Overall, I found the Expo overwhelming, but I greatly enjoyed the conversations I had and the people I encountered.

 

Collage

The one who gets the last laugh/ and is able to recreate/ an important aspect/ of lowering one’s self/ to be more personal/ is left only with his other senses for comfort./ Being a career driven woman/ is deemed as/desperate/ and/ weapons themselves./ A moment of joy is not attainable or capable of being controlled; it is something passing through, like the wind./ This/ successfully separates the/ evidence of passionate feelings/ from/ the emphasized importance of/ overshadowing/ success/ and/ is an essential part of/ serious/ and powerful/evaluation considering/the eroding of/ feelings connecting/ to the history of/ experience.

Works Used:

Woman of the Year, Surprised by Joy, The Last Laugh Indeed, Jane Eyre’s Class.