Considering what I've heard, my post-second-dose side effects aren't so bad. Just really fucking tired, weak, a bit headachy, and somewhat dizzy.
Will have to take it easy today. Could've used a day off anyway. All worth it to be able to lick lamposts and sticky tables at dive bars again.
Watched first episode of INVINCIBLE (I still like to watch cartoons when I'm not well), and WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ENDING? Didn't see it coming and loved it (never read the comics, but maybe I should?).
Why do I do this to myself?
BECAUSE IT'S GONNA LOOK DOPE, THAT'S WHY!
Cover art for the print edition of THE SOLAR GRID #5 underway. Excited for how it's turning out.
Second dose acquired today though, so maybe noooot the best day to decide to indulge in drawing intricate patterns. Feeling fine, mind you. Arm is a little sore is all, and possibly burning on the inside.
I think I will sleep now.
Just finished what may be may favorite THE SOLAR GRID cover-art to date and feeling:
Wake up every morning to the sound of baby and—as cute and lovable as he is—would love to know what its like to wake up to birdsong again. Doubt this would be much of an issue to people who are used to waking up to alarm clocks (which I'm discovering is a lot of people!), I've hardly ever fucked with alarm clocks tbh, so this is all very new to me.
One more cover to do next week before returning to interiors on the chapter at hand (Ch.6 for digital editions but Ch.7 for print. Confusing I know, but had to do some restructuring for print editions).
I remember when BREAKING BAD first came out, and I was thoroughly taken by its opening flash-forward scenes; starting with a dramatic scene and then having the entire episode show us how things got there. What a captivating way at going about episodic storytelling, I thought. Incredibly creative and original.
So you can imagine my surprise when I finally got around to reading Stan Lee and Jack Kirby's FANTASTIC FOUR run from the 60's and saw that they did the exact same thing! In the 60's!!
Way ahead of their time (well, mostly Kirby really) in more ways than one. It is to my knowledge the first instance I'd seen of that method to storytelling ever being employed (but if someone knows of earlier examples, by all means please correct me).
In other news, THE SOLAR GRID #1 was released yesterday (first time in print!). Elliot Colla (author of BAGHDAD CENTRAL and WE ARE ALL THINGS) had this to say about it:
“THE SOLAR GRID is a mind-blowing read. Imagine if Grant Morrison & Frank Miller & Kim Stanley Robinson had a lovechild who'd seen the Apocalypse & picked up a pen: that's Ganzeer in this beautiful series.”
I have nothing to say to that other than blush and shrivel in my seat. My copies don't arrive till next week, but pictured above is a galley sitting among a few other comics in my possession. The sight of which makes me very happy.
Took my bike out today and feeling pretty awesome. I may try to make a tradition of starting my morning with a little bike ride. Thing is though, I'm not very good at aimless wandering. I typically need a very particular destination when heading out, otherwise I'm not really motivated and tend to get paralyzed by indecision. Today's destination was Big Kat's Barbershop, which I've been meaning to go to for quite some time now. It's a walk-in only joint, so you can't make appointments and you almost always have to wait idly for anywhere from 30 mins to an hour. In the Before Times, I'd grab a coffee and crack open a book on Double Trouble's patio right around the corner while I waited, but they have been closed since Covid. Terrible shame, genuinely rad spot (photo above snapped right outside).
Anyway, bike ride plus hair cut has me feeling good. Finished edits on print edition for THE SOLAR GRID #4, now onto new cover art. Wife out getting her second shot, so am anticipating a rough couple days where she might need attending to. Hopefully her side effects aren't so so bad. 🤞
Second dose in a little over a week, and a few weeks after that: my first flight in over a year! London-bound for two weeks, 10 days of which I'ma have to self-quarantine, which means I'll only really be in London for 5 days.
Not how I expected to spend my first trip to London, but I'm not about to complain given that I've barely left the house in, oh I dunno, 390,000 days.
Jampacked couple of weeks that involved many a sleepless night. All the things that needed getting done got done though, so today I fully intend on kicking back and enjoying some reading time.
That, in addition to hanging out with the artists and curators of ArteEast's LEGACY TRILOGY exhibition over zoom today at 3pm EST. Anybody can join!
(It'll also be broadcast live on Facebook.)
Updated website with two new pieces commissioned by the Arab American National Museum in Dearborn, Michigan. Check'em out.
They're part of my IMMIGRANT BLUES series, autobiographical mixed-media works on paper, something I started in 2019 and will likely continue for the foreseeable future (alongside my other very non diaristic works).
I recall sometime in the early 2000's, a bunch of people were giving Grant Morrison shit for claiming he had managed to travel to Katmandu or some shit in a matter of seconds without leaving his house. They said he was clearly high off his fucking mind (which, granted he probably was). This was on his short-lived forum which I lurked for a bit without ever posting, but in my mind I was definitely in the Grant-has-lost-his-shit camp.
Lately though, I've come to notice how I seem to be increasingly absent when the wife addresses me. My body can be right there on the chair across from her, but my mind is usually wandering in the world of the book I'm reading, or lost in the world of my graphic novel or past memories or future scenarios and conversations that have not yet happened (and possibly never will).
So it's occurred to me that we all travel to places in our minds without our bodies ever making a move. But like sports or mathematics or singing... some of us just so happen to be more proficient at it than the rest of us.
Pictured is the back-cover from the galley of THE SOLAR GRID #1, coming for the first time in print on April 21st. Now available for pre-order (and subscription!) from Radix Media.
The way I arrived at my post on “The Ultimate Art” (which as mentioned in the original post, is less a statement and more of an exploration), was quite odd and unexpected. It's all the fault, believe it or not, of my longtime work-in-progress graphic novel, THE SOLAR GRID
I knew from the get-go that I wanted to have a festival scene in this future post-eco-disaster version of Earth. It wasn't until I got to the chapter at hand, which is about 70% into the book that I knew it had to be a summer solstice festival (June 20 to be precise), because that would be the longest day of the year and thus, the day with the shortest Solar Grid hours (which is only activated come sundown). What with the Grid's blinding lights and harsh effects, it makes sense that the day you'd have to deal with it the least would be cause for celebration.
However, as is the case with cultures today, mythological fictions are created around most of our festivities (Think Christmas, Ramadan, or Holi), so I had to come up with a mythology around the cause of this summer solstice celebration that would make sense to the fictional characters who inhabit the world of THE SOLAR GRID. And that mythology had to be based on historical events that would have taken place in that world's history in addition to a kind of bastardization of the popular faiths and mythologies of old (because if you read about faith and mythology long enough you realize that's exactly how this sort of thing works).
I also know that it's important not to bang the reader over the head with this stuff, because none of it is really all that integral to story. It's sort of like... if you have a funeral scene in a [Western] movie or comicbook, you're gonna have the usual things: a tombstone with a cross on it, friends and family looking somber and dressed in black, a priest reading something from the Bible maybe or I dunno, just saying some wise shit (significantly different to what I witnessed of funerary rituals in, say, Vietnam for example). But basically, all of these rituals are part of a religious belief that has its own history and development. So, y'know, you wouldn't have a cross on a tombstone if Jesus was never crucified, nor would you have a priest reading the Bible without the Codex Vaticanus, or heck, Gutenberg much later.
Now of course as an author, you don't really need to go into that history when drafting your [Christian] funerary scene because everyone already knows the rituals and what they relate to. If, on the other hand, you're creating a story that takes place in the far off future after everything we know has been destroyed and the dating system itself restarted, then it makes sense that the people of that world would have a different religion(s) to go with their very different reality. And in constructing what their summer solstice celebration might look like, it occurred to me that everything involved in it (costumes, songs, dance moves, decoration, etc.) couldn't just be arbitrary, but would have to relate entirely to their “religion”, which meeeeant... I had to actually construct the entire religion and its historical development.
Even if I'm in actuality only showing a tiny glimpse of that religion in the graphic novel (think your typical Christian funeral scene in relation to the entire history of Christianity), I knew every little thing in that tiny glimpse had to be based on some kind of history for it to ring true, even if I never reveal said history in the book.
So basically, I had to create a fictional religion and I had to do it as earnestly as possible. Which sent me down a rabbit hole that somehow lead to the “Ultimate Art” post, which doesn't even cover half of what's going on in my head right now.
Yes, I think this cursed graphic novel will drive me mad too.
Pictured above is the print edition of THE SOLAR GRID #1, essentially the first chapter, forthcoming from Radix Media and Mythomatic on April 21st (coincidentally: Astronomy Day! And one day shy of Lyrids Meteor Shower).