CANZIIIIINE!

Hey dudes, it's that time of year again! The time when I go ARGH! and pull out my hair because I forgot it was that time of year. No, that is lies, this time I am much more prepared, I did not print my comics two days before and assemble them the night before. FOLKS, CANZINE is upon us, and I have MINI COMICS. No new ones, sadly I couldn't get my ass together in time for new comics. But I have old ones printed differently, which is almost like new! oooh, and cute little signs.



In other news, I was in that monsterbation show at the pony club, and now all the paintings at the show are also on sale on ETSY! I think you should buy my piece so I don't have to find somewhere to store it.

Also, my pieces for the Steamwhistle show are up until next friday, if you live in Toronto, please check it out. And buy those too for the same reason as you should buy the other one.

thank you, thank you, bow, bow, curtsy.

Thanks to everyone who came by the Steam Whistle for the opening Wednesday! It was a really big success and all in all I think a pretty fun night!

A special thanks to Annie Koyama, for... well for being Annie Koyama.

And because I hate to leave a post without a picture, here's yet another shot of Panties being adorables:

Memories of Enemies.

What I am Afraid Will Happen, or, It's True! It happened to Jessica's Sister's Best Friend's Cousin!
8x10 acrylic and gouache on paper


One Day it Will Kill Me, or Adrenaline Junkie
12x12 acrylic and gouache on paper


Sewer Shark, or, They Can Smell Boredom

10x8 acrylic and gouache on paper

What I am afraid of [...] details

Hope to see all you internet stalkers at the show! Or maybe not, since that would make you shitty stalkers.

#3

Sewer Shark, or, They Can Smell Boredom
8x10, acrylic and gouache on paper

A little simpler, but I am running out of time, and my wrist needs a break. This is the last one, no time for more, now I'm in the business of framing and prepping for the show. There is a personal element to this piece: when I was a wee lass my dad told me that sharks lived in the sewer. Now this really didn't bother me, but for some reason my retarded infant mind decided that sharks eat rocks, and so I would sit at the foot of our driveway throwing pebbles into the storm drain, thinking I was feeding them. Always hoping for a glimpse.

Somewhere in my house there is photo evidence, my friends, and it is hopefully staying buried.

#2 finished.

What I am Afraid Will Happen, or, It's True! It happened to Jessica's Sister's Best Friend's Cousin!

8x10, acrylic and gouache on paper.

My hand is all crampy. Moving on to #3, hoping to make a large dent in it tonight.

Slowly but surely

Still working hard, though my progress on this new piece was halted this afternoon when I found out an old boss of mine from when I worked at the Chapters in Brampton, Guy Everingham, just passed away. I won't lie to you, oh Blogosphere, I'm pretty broken up about it. He was a really sweet man who bought all my mini-comics from me, even though he has no interest in comics whatsoever. He did, however, have a wickedly sharp sense of humour mixed with the driest of wit. It's very difficult to have a loved one taken from you so suddenly and without warning. I know I'll miss him terribly and I can only wish his family the best.

In other news, Vicki and I have been doing our best to keep up with...everything.

One Day it Will Kill Me, or Adrenaline Junkie

Detail

acrylic and gouache on paper

Painting I just finished for the Memories of Enemies show at the Steam Whistle gallery. Needless to say, I'm a little behind, am I ever anything else? If you're in Toronto, you should pop by!