“I’ve come to regard comics as something like a song.”

Notebook: Ethel
Spread 2.
First drafts, mug drawing, rough mind map, comics and a quote from Lynda Barry.
It’s along the lines of:

“I’ve come to regard comics as something like a song. It can be about anything. We can address all sorts of things in a song, love gone wrong, truck driving, Daddies, smoking, boots, birthdays, cheating, space travel, big butts, revenge, war, a turkey in the straw, regret, genders, hands, purple haze . We can this way we can make comics about anything.”

– Although I did write it down in a hurry!

Fourteen recent Photoghosts.

Christmas Steps
Christmas Steps, Bristol.
Bar Buvette
Bar Buvette, Baldwin Street, Bristol
Church of SS Quiricus & Julietta
Sheep, near the Church of SS Quiricus & Julietta, Tickenham
FourFountainPens
Christmas came early for me as I managed to bag this set of 4 Gullor fountain pens for a low price with some vouchers I got off my Dad for my birthday. They’re nice and weighty and drawing and writing with them is a dream.
Sunrise near Stone End Batch.
Sunrise near Stone End Batch.
Still some snow on the ground.
Argyle Street, London.
Argyle Street, London.
Somerset Fog
Backwell
Whiteladies Road
Whiteladies Road
Sunset Bristol
Bristol, United Kingdom
Hedge
Hedge
Nailsea
Nailsea
moody cloud shapes.
Moody cloud shapes.
Whiteladies Road Construction
Construction, Bristol, UK
Church Lane
Church Lane

nobody-but-yourself

A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words.

This may sound easy. It isn’t.

A lot of people think or believe or know they feel — but that’s thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling — not knowing or believing or thinking.

Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.

To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

e.e.cummings

Ichabod Ending

Notebook Ichabod is nearing the end. Serendipitously started on the 1st January 2017, it’s mostly filled with technical notes, stories, garbage, mind maps, schemes and some drawing, but not enough. I’m currently transitioning to two books next, standard and a smaller size in the hope I will carry the smaller one with me more often in an everyday carry type way and feel less inhibited about drawing in public.

Here’s to Notebooks Gilbert and Beto!

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