Parental inspriation

I would like to thank my dad for creative encouragement and for helping with finding an appropriate title. *smile*

Introducing: 'The Obscure Afterlife of the Tudors'

Since I started working on the comics, I've gradually found myself thinking in chibis. They populate more and more of my mind, taking over the mental imagery.

And enter the Tudors, a Welch upstart family that took over the English throne for a century plus and threw their dramatic weight around. I found myself wondering how the different family members would relate to one another after death, how their grievances would play out, how they would interact without the pressures and traumas of their actual lives. I've also wondered at the nature of afterlife in general, of course, and I think that one form of afterlife exists as the imagination of the living, "living on in the memories," "living on in the pages of history books," etc, etc. This is my obscure take on the afterlives of the Tudors.

Before I knew it history was cohabitating with my imagination, and here, most humbly…er, no, somewhat humbly, I present the resulting love child.

Urgent disclaimer: I suppose, since I am of a semi-modern 21st century mind imagining all of this, my own vocabulary has seeped into their conversations. What I guess I'm trying to say is: don't be expecting me to adhere to the language of their times; they took up residency in my head, so they get to speak with my vocabulary, limited and vulgar as it is (my inner Eleanor is reeling at the thought). I'm fairly disgusted by liberal licence taken to fictionalize history for the entertainment of the current masses...but that doesn't stop me from hypocritically taking licence myself. Wow, it's refreshing to admit to hypocrisy. *deep breath* Okay, then, on with the show!

Sounds like a "yes"

*Gasp* In-box!

Side Effects of Therapy

My imagination has been taking some interesting turns this last year and it's been fun.

Sophie's Mural

I almost did document it, but I was on the warpath and couldn't stop for the camera. Sophie contributed actual art for this comic, however. Not wall art, but some well supervised, old fashioned crayon and paper art that she then allowed me to scan.

Fence Climbing...

You bring up my childhood, or any subject relative within five degrees and my dad will trot out his collection of horror stories. I was apparently a hellion and the cause of the premature aging of at least five relatives. When I comment on my own children's falls, bruises or random acts of chaos, he rolls his eyes and says something about karma. I asked him recently what he'd done to karmicly deserve to raise a wild child like me and the subject got changed suddenly.

Moth

8/9/10

Thinking about Jim Reidhead who once upon a time on 8/8/88 brought the significance of numerically aligned dates to my attention.

Harmonydawn says stuff sometimes that strikes me as hilarious--especially the stuff that wasn't at all intended to be funny, just everyday comments.

Playin' dress up...

New Shoe Smell...?

Thank God For Dictionaries...