This Strange Joy #3

Field Notes 

I’m SORRY I’ve been somehow quite busy in spite of my bank account firmly disagreeing.  I’m a dog owner now.  I cohabitate with a partner now.  There is a cat as well.  And another dog.

I have been moving the house around and painting rooms  to make it more accommodating and less like a clubhouse for an balding nine year old.

 In the process:

Somehow broken my little printer for postage the day all Ghosts issues were to ship.

Broken and big fancy light I use to paint canvas works and stuff.

I have fumblingly broken my iPad (which was admittedly long overdue)

SO I dared not write this for a while lest I’d broken all of our phones/iPads/laptops on which we read.

The ground will not be moving from with under me for a bit.  In September I will be painting in Denver CO and Amarillo TX and when that happens the Field Notes section might be worthwhile again.

Dust Notes

I have no thoughts.  I painted a piece of Herakles embarrassed with rage this week because I feel like I’m constantly just reading things until I’m angry and I must go tell the choir.  It’s a bit silly really.

My dads house sold this week.  It’s been quietly heartbreaking.  I sometimes wish I’d never been pulled to art making and had a more solid job that could have provided me with the funds to have left his house kept up and uninhabited and been used as a retreat when the family needed to feel near him and their childhood.  I was tremendously lucky to have had the parents I did.  I’ve always known that but lately when I talk about them it’s contrasted with the stories of friends who can’t relate to my memories except through Disney movies.  They were good people.  I will miss laying in the grass looking up to Orion at night and feeling like my little patch of Earth is close to Ancient Greece.  I’ll miss burying moms casino coins in shallow tombs with wrapped and decorated action figures who acted as makeshift mummies throughout the Valley of Kings in my backyard.  I’ll miss dad hobbling out to see me off when I had to leave back to my career.  There were always cokes and chocolate milk in the fridge.  There is nothing more precious than those who love you and the spaces they loved you in.  And I hope you feel loved because you deserve it, every single bit. 

Ghost Signal:

This section has news!  Now since my iPad is broken I can’t do the monthly comic - but in it’s stead I’ll give you a sneak peak at issue two-

SSP (Shameless Self Promotion)

GHOSTS ISSUE ONE IS OUT NOW AND AVAILABLE IN THE STOREEE

There’s a Birdcap store—full of prints, shirts, comics, and whatever odd things I make between murals. I’ll drop a link below in case you want to poke around.

Feel free to hit reply and let me know. This whole thing works better when it’s a two-way street.

PS - I have a secret new IG for all things comic

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