n: vb: the spice of imagination
This one, a collaboration with Frank Roberts, went as a birthday present to Michel Lacombe,
a Montreal based illustrator, comic-book artist, writer, and all around fabulous friend.
Happy birthday Michel!
Much love from Vancouver.
He’s just put up four new pages to Jesus Monkey Pants in Space. To start at the beginning, click here.
Canadian chocolate, it’ll break your knees. Wait, what?
The closer I get to stepping on a plane, the more of New Wave I’m apparently listening to for an ultimate dose of positive reinforcement. Excitement has been building up in my body, buzzing in my chest and cooling my stomach at random moments of smiling memory. It’s so natural, I’m not even worried. Well, not about Mike, at any rate. No – even better. My primitive and peculiar social structures extend over the mountains. I realized today that not only is Calgary home to the man who was my very first boyfriend, but also my ex-boyfriend who’s since been declared a relative.* And, just for fun, they’re friends.
Oh, my convoluted family, how I love you all. I’m hoping to get to Silva and Amber’s wedding photos soon. They have been languishing, (yes languishing – a person with the right flavour ears can hear them crying), on my hard-drive, just waiting for me to have the time to process them and pick out the good ones. I’m thinking they’ll have to wait until I get back from Calgary, however, as people have continued kindly sending me requests for photos, (I’m at $130, can you believe it?), and those, being monetary, have priority. That I’ve managed to survive the past year without a Real Job is nothing short of extraordinary.
New York manhole covers, forged barefoot in India.
*the term boyfriend as used here is inaccurate, but close enough for rock and roll. Also, I am hilarious.
I could say more, but it would be blathering and the important part is not what I have to say, but that it’s reduced me to blathering. It’s just that bloody good.