Mash-up Poem no. 6

I’m tired of hope with nothing to hold. I just came to say goodbye.

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Like putting a Mickey Mouse band-aid on a gunshot wound, the deepest heartbreak becomes the trashiest pop art. Fitting, considering how well I’ve healed from it.

“Growth Mindset”

It’s pretty remarkable that this took me nearly an entire year to finish. I’m feeling both proud and ashamed.

I remember writing it and sketching it so quickly, thinking it would be done in a matter of weeks. But life got very difficult and the memory of working on this there, at their house, was too painful to face. And for a long time, I couldn’t even look at it.

I had a brief moment of creative surge and I picked it up again months later, and then it went away just as quickly.

Last night I dragged it out to realize I had only one panel left to finish and that if I could just get through it I could be done with it.

It is like closing a chapter, and like clearing a path.

I’m reminded how difficult it can be to work when you’re in a bad place. Comics have taken a back seat to other more urgent projects, because last year was so difficult. That is still true in some ways, that I put aside TV and Toast to focus on other work, but it feels so good to have finally finished it.

This is a much bigger accomplishment than the others I’ve drawn. I just had to acknowledge that.