Blink and you'll miss it: Amy Martin comics on BoingBoing

Wow cool!!

 Photo by Mark Frauenfelder

SF Zinefest was great this year.  I'll post a more substantial recap later on today....

Must be Sketchbook Thursday

 

 

America the Beautiful

Hey, guess who got the flu again. On the Fourth of July. While staying in a hostel in Santa Cruz. By herself. How very unpatriotic.  This is me, after getting picked up by friends, taking a nap in the back of Steven's car, which felt better than anything ever.

But the fireworks were something else!  From a cliff over the beach in Santa Cruz we watched them going off for hours.  Most of them from about five feet behind us.  Awesome.

 

Anyway, now I'm home, healthy (mostly), and penciling a new Bachelor Girl story that should be available for SF Zinefest.  Oh yeah, my next appearance will be at SF Zinefest.  August 22 and 23 at the Conservatory Building in Golden Gate Park.  Come one, come all.

Here's some cool news!!  My first anthology!  I have a comic in the upcoming Not My Small Diary #15, due out this summer.  Watch for it!  I'll post when it's available.

I tried to scan some of my pencils.  Turns out I pencil really incredibly light.  Nothing showed up no matter what I did.  So instead, I scanned some pages from my sketchbook for y'all:

Backstage at the Uptown

Palace of Fine Arts; Bat ladyMy friend Catie watches bats

An old one: watching Jax study, at Muddy'sIf you wanna see what it looks like when I'm working on a long story.......... here ya go:

Also, I been painting!  Here's painting space no. 1:

And no. 2:

Want to see my favorite dinner?

Stir fried broccoli, garlic and cashews with soy sauce and honey, and brown rice!Oh, and here's what I'm knitting:

Kitty catsLet's see, what else can I show you?
How about my cat and my starry knee socks?

Rather patriotic of me after all, no?

Besou,
--Amy

In which I blog the thing I put on Facebook (I know it's kind of cheating, but listen anyway)

Patients Remember Dr. Tiller

Women facing difficult choices have so many people screaming at them about the right thing to do, and so few quietly supporting and safely assisting them. I'm appalled at this person's murder and heartsick over the dearth of safe medical options this will create for women who choose abortion in the Midwest and Southeast.

I had a BAD gynecologist once. Bad enough that I yanked my paper robe shut and said "we are done here." I was shaking. I made it to the elevator before I broke down and bawled. And the only reason I even felt I COULD do that was that I lived in Chicago, and finding another gynecologist was a matter of calling my medical group and asking.

What if I had had no other option. What if he was the only gynecologist for hundreds of miles who would perform the service I wanted. One of the common experiences of women is the incredible range of emotions we go into when we allow another person access to our ladybits; these people come down to our lovers, and our doctors. Finding a doctor you trust with your vulva, vagina, uterus and everything in between is so hard and such a tremendous relief.

Reading those women's comments about the doctor they trusted makes my heart ache. This was not just the loss of a human being, it was the destruction of an object of trust, comfort, safety.

I am aching for those women who won't have that person to trust with their bodies anymore. And for those women--and there will be some--who will no longer dare to seek the abortion they need for fear of violence. I'm so sorry for all involved.