I’m slowly recovering from a week of yucky flu. Man, I watched a lot of TV this week! I felt like such a loser for not working on my art. So I brought my sketchbook to the couch last night in an effort to redeem myself.
First there was the classic Law and Order SVU… God, why do I watch this stuff?
Larissa, known as Brandy by the disgusting abuser:
And Daniel, victim turned abuser:
I don’t consider myself a Trekkie at all, but I super love Star Trek Voyager more than any other TV show ever… But they started putting it on so late that I couldn’t stay up to watch it anymore. But last night I did! And it was awesome. Bellana was in a bad situation.
Luckily they did not leave it up to Tuvok to resolve the situation… Those silly Vulcans!
Anyway, that’s my first attempt at doing something useful with couch time. Perhaps more to come.
My friend Terra Poirier took these photos at the Vancouver International Writers Festival in October, and Donimo added effects and animation. She says it proves that cartoonists are weird. I think I agree. That was such a fun day! At some point I might stop talking about it, but don’t hold your breath.
It was so great to be asked by the Vancouver International Writers Festival to lead their Youthwrites workshop this year. Each year, the VIWF runs a contest for all high school students in the Lower Mainland and then holds a workshop for the winners. These are the rules I made up for this year:
Submit a short story about a) a piece of clothing that was very important to you when you were a little kid, b) an unusual pet that belonged to you or someone you knew, or c) an important lesson you learned outside of school. The winners will transform their written pieces into one-page comics in a three-hour workshop with Sarah Leavitt, author and illustrator of Tangles: A Story About Alzheimer’s, My Mother and Me.
I had a great time with the winners. We talked about what comics are and how they work, and then they just got right into working on their stories — they got into that space where they’re writing and drawing with such concentration that it’s dead quiet and you can feel the energy coming off the pens and pencils. They all finished their stories in only four hours. Wow. I’m kind of jealous.
The night before I was scheduled to read with Lynda Barry, I felt like my head would explode. I realized that I was going to meet someone in person who I had admired for many years, probably 20 at least. I had no idea what it would be like. The next morning I walked into the hospitality suite for the Vancouver International Writers Festival, and there she was, sitting at a table, with a red bandanna in her hair, looking just like she does in her drawings. She looked up and saw me, jumped out of her chair and came towards me with her arms outstretched, telling me how much she loved Tangles and how wonderful it was to meet me in three dimensions. It had never even occurred to me that she would have actually read my book. I had to sit down because I was shaking and laughing and crying. We just sat and looked at each other and sniffed. And then we just had the most wonderful morning of my entire life, talking and talking and laughing so hard. Nancy Lee arrived and the three of us laughed and talked more, then we did our event — reading from our work and then talking with Nancy and then taking questions from the audience. It was an inspiring and joyful discussion about creativity, hard work, what makes a “good” drawing, the silliness of aspiring to unreachable excellence instead of just doing your own work… I am in awe of Lynda’s brain, and her ability to draw and paint these intense, moving images of teenagers and demons and monkeys and chickens and magical monsters, and the way she fills up the stage with her tiny little self, and projects this love and acceptance, even as she talks about the overlooked power of hate, and how she likes to ask her students how they would kill someone, what method they would use.
Here are some photos from this Magical! Lynda! Barry! Day!
I think that was the best day of my life. Lynda’s so smart and funny and generous and just emanates love and passion but not in a syrupy way at all, in a kick-ass, hilarious, edgy, challenging way. Wow. I feel so incredibly blessed.
No new posts on this page of my website lately. Check out the Tangles page, and the links to News and Reviews and Readings and Festivals, to see what’s keeping me busy this fall… At some point I will get back to posting my random drawing and writing, like the series I am working on right now of spam subject lines made into art. And they say artists don’t contribute anything constructive to society!
7 PM at Heritage Hall, 3102 Main Street, Vancouver
Live music! Silent auction! Reading! Wine! Cheese! Cookies! Sparkly people! The book is about a lot of sad things, but this is a celebration. Please join us. More info on the Facebook event page.
I don’t usually post this kind of bloggish, in-the-moment thing, but I’m listening to a great podcast on Inkstuds — an interview with the fabulous Ellen Forney. I’ve loved her comics for a long time, and now I am listening to her talk about the importance of good writing in comics, the joy of teaching and more. I love her even more now.
I am going to make some more mugs to sell at Word Under the Street, September 26, and I need help choosing which images to use. Can you help me choose three or four from the following? (Also I could use the images I used for Morgan’s again).
Please use the comments section to cast your votes. And thank you!
Well, here I am, the book is at the printer’s so what am I to do? I know, make coffee mugs with my drawings on them! Creatures by Sarah, mugs by London Drugs. So far these are the only two in the world, but I might make more.