Friday
Apr242015

Illustration Tourist part 4: Mexico

In December, I went to Mexico for the Guadalajara International Book Fair, the Feria Internacional por los Libros, or FIL. It was my first visit to Mexico and I did it largely solo--more solo than I planned, because my phone didn't work--except for occasional accompaniment by my randomly assigned hotel roommate, Gladis, who turned out to be awesome. Yes, I work in a field where you have to share a room to get your hotel paid for. Gladis got to witness my Marx-Brothers-esque 5-minute-long arrive-from-airport-and-change-into-formalwear-with-makeup montage. She was nice about it.


For the record, I brushed with tap water once and ate my share of local produce, and yes I did get sick, but only slightly and Immodium handled it.

FIL has a big gala dinner for librarians the night before it opens to professionals. It's always at this restaurant called Santo Coyote.

Papel picado in the restaurant where I ate lunch the first day.

I had very little trouble finding vegetarian food and it was all delicious. 

When I get frazzled, I lose my Spanish along with other major cognitive functions. 

Poor kid, she was real cute.

That day was kind of crazy.

The coolest place I went in Guadalajara was the Templo Expiatório (not Expositório as I had written here). A guy at the hotel recommended it to me; I asked my cab driver to take me past it on the way to the Cathedral, but when we saw it, I told him to let me out there. I HAD to go inside. The interior was incredible:

I don't think the pigeon shit came through on the scanner. Oh well.

Forget what this place was--some plaza in Tlaquepaque. Tlaquepaque was the place everyone told us we had to go, and it was kind of a tourist trap, but pretty.

Glad I'm not the only one who wants to adopt every stray they pass.

 

FIN!

Thursday
Apr232015

Oh hi, Wayback machine: Libraries, Privacy, and You

I owe a big debt of gratitude to Jenna Freedman at the Barnard Zine Library. She received some of my old comics as part of a donation and, in cataloging them, emailed me to ask what year one was made. Turns out she had a copy of "Libraries, Privacy, and You," which I made in 2010 and not only neglected to keep a print copy, but can't figure out where (or if) I saved the digital files. It was basically gone to me. Jenna kindly agreed to scan the book and send it to me. I'm so grateful to get back this little piece of my own art history.

The "Dylan" I signed this copy to was Dylan Williams, who ran the wonderful Sparkplug Comics until he passed away in 2011. Barnard received a donation of comics and zines that belonged to Dylan from his wife, and this book was among them. I didn't know Dylan--only spoke to him a handful of times--but I know there are folks out there who did who may appreciate this little postscript.

Okay. This is a funny comic. So try to get in a laughing mood now. Okay? Laugh!


 

Friday
Oct172014

New stuff

Did you guys know that I have a tumblr? I do. Go look at it.

 

 

Sunday
Jul202014

For Anne Dienethal-Field, 1975-2014

In loving memory of my dear friend and collaborator, Annie D... I don't know how I will ever carry on our work without you, but I will try. Much love to her, wherever she is, and to her family and friends, wherever you are.

 

Sunday
Mar302014

Illustration Tourist part 3: things I drew

This isn't a comprehensive tour diary--I was moving too fast for that. I have a list of cartoons still to draw.

 This statue is in the Musée d'Orsay. Oh, by the way, before we went into this museum there was a flood of people rollerblading past the front of it for like, at least 15 minutes. We got inside and they were still going. We still do not know why.

We went to a really nice bar called Les Trois 8. We did not get to go to the tapas place with the lucha libre wrestling in the basement, because it was closed. But this was nice.

 This is the front of the, National Academy of Music? Something? I was too focused on drawing at a cafe to write it down.

 Inside Schlenkerla, in Bamberg, Germany. We had smoked beer.

Lamp. 

Guys at Schlenkerla. 

 

 End of a letter to a friend.

Met this nice guy in Jacob's Antiques, in Cardiff.

Okay, this next part requires some explanation. We spent some time with family in England, including my boyfriend's six-year-old niece. She and I were talking about how sad it is that you never see a badger. She said they must hide in their holes, so then we reasoned that you would have to send a camera into a badger hole to get a picture. But people are too big to go in. But! she said...a baby could fit.

The rest kind of explains itself.

She insisted on these pictures.

We had fun.

Llamas! Who knew? (I guess they're technically alpacas)

I went back the next day, and they were up close to the fence.

They came closer when they saw me.


Then, they realized I did not have food,

And left.

 

I can't remember the actual name of the tv show she referenced. Something really popular there.

I still have to draw a bunch--I have a list. But that's what I've got for now.