i brought home a chair

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Did some volunteer heavy-lifting work emptying a church for an org/store that donates all their profits to hospice and couldn’t pass up the chance to bring this chair home (made a donation to hospice in lieu of cash). The Paintshop is well and truly sardine-packed now, but I can put my claustrophobia aside: such is my ardor for this chair. Her name is Orangina and we are in love.

the most comfortable orange chair ever i love you orangina.
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Spent part of yesterday drawing a four-panel comic strip and having the time of my life, side of left palmmeats smeared in graphite, eight-year old inside thrilled to no end with his aging, decrepit 42-year old vessel. About fucking time, he said, more than once, About fucking time. Trying to get into the practice of drawing from a basic notion/idea, sans script: the thing took on a new (and far more interesting) life from what I had intended in writing; might as well roll with it. If nothing else, I finally found a use for all those old backer boards. Next up: figure out a workflow for inking, shrinking, and pubbing; eventually: a regular schedule.

meanwhile…

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The Super Powers Hall of Justice, complete in (beautiful) box, is mine once again. Many memories of hours of adventures with my long-gone original set in the days of yore. Second pic is its current home in The Collection. Couldn’t resist putting it alongside NEW YORK WORLD’S FAIR COMICS 1940, the first time Superman, Batman, and Robin shared a cover.

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Among the many things I failed to remember when I agreed to do the volunteer thing I said I would but had to bow out of because I feel like hell was the three day weekend: if K doesn't have school on Monday, Tuesday becomes my Monday, and if, as is the case today, an "unspecified threat" closes the school on Tuesday, Wednesday becomes my Tuesday which became my Monday, my shut-in/recharge day: not that I don't love having her home (and away from anything involving threat), but the reclusive ornamental hermit introvert in me can't stand being around other people for at least a day after two or more in the company of others, no matter how much I may enjoy said company; I usually don't schedule any social interactions on Mondays or Fridays, comfortable bookends of solitude to weekends of coupledom. It's better for everyone involved and the population at large.

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Hardest thing to overcome in these workchunks is my impatience and frustration with my methods, my fragmentary processes not unusually spread across three separate projects on a single (34") screen plus the reMarkable and whatever else I can get my hands on: a conflict with two sides of myself, the creative one who embraces uncertainty and questions and the recovering OCD/shoulda/haveta/must neurotic non-embracer of the un–. That being said: if I stick with those processes and methods long enough – if I can maintain the smallest bit of trust in them and a balance with myself – and don't let the frustration win out, it (usually) comes out right in the end.