So, sorry again for posting something other than promised comic, but - HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!

Made this for my wonderful mom who likes the turn of the century. It’s a newsboy in front of a burlesque house where the women of the burlesque house have taken the roles of mothers and left him a care package - Or hat in this case. You don’t have to give birth to be a Mother!!

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Sneak Peek

As many of you know, this blog is called SpoolComic. There’s another one called Spool-Comic, same thing, minus a few random posts, but I’ll always be sure to post the actual art of Spool the Comic, on both.

I got a little burnt out on the comic after working on it so hard last summer and then school started up and with all the stress and deadlines, I wasn’t able to work on my passion: a jackrabbit, in a patchwork spandex suit, fighting for justice with his voodoo power to wield fabric.

You may have noted that I’ve put some really bizarre posts on here that were probably annoying and made no sense, because at my school, we’re required to have a blog and post responses to required reading on that blog as well as homework assignments (which I thought would at least be SOME kind of art while you were waiting so patiently for the actual comic to reappear [I can dream]).

Luckily, my artwork has improved considerably over the year [exaggeration]! And I’m happy to announce that I’ll be putting new pages for the comic up SOON! I’ll be posting a few sketch dumps of my boy Spool later today. You’ll notice that his design has probably changed a bit, but the spirit and my usual style is mostly still there. 

Thank you all for following. I truly, truly appreciate it and hope to get a compelling story out there eventually for you to read on the can or when you’re bored at work.

Have a good mothers day. It’s sunny! Eat pie! 

Inspired by The Hobbit and coming home from a long visit to mom and dad’s where the food is plentiful, I discovered an almost empty fridge consisting of half an onion and 3 carrots. So, keeping in mind the dwarfs when they arrive at Bilbo’s and raid the pantry, I made an amazing soup with whatever was available. I can’t stop eating it.

I also consider myself a Hobbit….I’m short and very hairy for a girl. I’ve also gained WAAAAAAY too much weight over the passed year. I think it’s time to lose some weight and live from the Earth like a Hobbit would.

I’ve written it down. Do enjoy it soon. It warms the soul.

Hobbit Soup:

1 clove minced garlic

1/2 onion chopped

3 carrots diced

3/4 cup lentils

6 cups water

parsley and rosemary

pepper and salt (more than pepper)

bay leaf

let come to a boil and taste it, realizing it’s just a bunch of carrots and onions floating in hot water then…

add 1 can strained kidney beans (or if you’re awesome; dry kidney beans that you have pre-soaked)

add 1/2 cup salsa

2 tablespoons tapatio

cumin

chili powder

more salt

Disclaimer - I know there are dwarves pictured above, so just assume they are so happy, because Bilbo made them this soup. Also, this is an unofficial Hobbit Soup, I don’t own the Hobbit nor did I write it blah blah blah.

Batman Returns came out when I was 7. That’ll be 21 years ago. And it’s when I discovered the magnificence of Michelle Pfeiffer as Catwoman. Her electric blue eyes and stitched vinyl and tragic beginning, made my wild childhood imagination soar. After seeing Anne in the latest version, a lot of people have been putting Michelle’s cat down. I’ve heard her called a “whore” and just plain “bat shit crazy” (whoa….a pun? Is that a pun?), but I gotta be honest, Anne Hathaway, really didn’t inspire me to pull the Raccoon Kid out of mothballs (or from underneath the sink for that matter) to fight crime. 

Who is the Raccoon Kid?

Well, I wanted to be Catwoman, but I knew I was too young and pudgy to be the lovely feline in my imagination, so I decided maybe a character that mirrored Batman’s Robin would be appropriate for Catwoman. Maybe Catwoman needed her own Robin: The Raccoon Kid. 

I found some old brown and black eyeshadow, wetted a brush, and went to town on my face. The result, dried my sorry virgin skin so much that I looked like a bag lady. And, after it started to burn my eyes, my crime fighting days were over. But the legend still remains, and I thought it’d be a fun idea to have the character in a few of my mock comics. 

So, in conclusion, Michelle rules my heart as Catwoman and I am the Raccoon Kid. 

What i’m working on right now. Someday, the space bunnies and mermaids shall have peace.

Me as a Mermaid. 

Hello everyone. Here is a mock educational film I’ve been working on for school called “Fatherhood”. Gentlemen, you’re welcome.

It’s finals week and after this week, I’ll pay a visit to my family and then start making art. Spool comic book pages, creature dolls, stop motion; hopefully these three things lay in my future.

The Rabbit’s Hole Dance - My Final choreographed dance and costume in front of my mini club. Yeehaw

Alright, I think I understand now.

Deconstruction disturbs him, because being an inventor doesn’t work when you have deconstruction on the mind the entire time you’re working on your art.

In his example, he speaks of a girl who was supposed to bring her art into a class specifically to be deconstructed. 

She can’t put her anguish or invention in her art, because she’s thinking about how it’s about to be deconstructed the whole time she’s making the art, so it ends up being fake or hollow.

“As such, however, rather misunderstood and badly assimilated, deconstruction is merely the symptom of the disarray of a generation of art teachers who have lived through the crisis of invention and have never themselves been submitted to the discipline of imitation. The result is that students who haven’t had the time to construct an artistic culture of any kind are being tutored in the deconstructive suspicion proper to our time.”

I believe this is saying, students are taught imitation for SO long that when they finally meet teachers who have been working artists and in the real world, the students are confused, because they don’t know what deconstruction is. They don’t understand it. They only understand imitation.

” I have seen one art school (not that long ago) where the first year course (what used to be the foundation course) had been transformed into a seminar in which the point was to “deconstruct” anything entering the classroom. One week it was an advertisement, another week it was the policy of this or that public art institution, and yet another week it was a student’s work - a work done at home, that is, as if no assignment had been given to her beside the unspoken injunction to produce material to be deconstructed in the classroom. The ensuing paralysis was not just sad, it was revolting.”

He’s saying that, students make their work in order for it to be deconstructed and examined and picked apart.  

Yeah, I’ll admit, sometimes I think it’s dumb that we make our work, just to bring it into the classroom and have it analyzed. But, what else would we do at school? Present our stuff and everyone claps and then we get on with life? Then again, I think deconstructing and analysis, isn’t that great of a thing. Why can’t we just be judged on whether or not we put effort in and our technique, rather than a group analysis of the meaning of one’s work? 

Also — What is wrong with invention? What is wrong with being different? Why do we need to imitate. I didn’t really understand this.