Since I only ever get shit for drawing comics, I will from now on express myself exclusively in awfully bad poetry, illustrated with piggy pictures. It will be so pathetic that nobody will ever want to plagiarise it, abuse it in their blackmailing schemes or make fat profits off it while paying me nothing but small change for my hard work. V^(oo)^V
My first work in the genre is this little zine, which collects eight poems, most of which I wrote around the turn of the century. The illustrations, on the other hand, are almost all brand new – I made most of them this early afternoon.
For those who read my comics back in the day when I still drew them, there’s a drawing with Aeron and Willie as piggies (because that poem is really about them, but I didn’t want to break the piggy theme …).
You can get it from my table at COMICINVASIONBERLIN this weekend! See you at Urban Spree, Revaler Str., 12:00-20:00 April 18th and 19th.
Usually I do this on December 9th, but I totally forgot about that this year. Not that it would have made any difference if I’d have done it then vs. now, since I haven’t been drawing anything in the meantime …
I predict that my comics production this year was abysmally low. Let’s see exactly how abysmally low:
Number of pages and panels I have drawn since December 9th 2013:
- Insomnia: 1/2
- Dog Island page 19: 1/6
- The Slow and the Relentless (from page 30): 24/70
- Hourly Comics Day comic: 13/30
- Five Years Sometimes With You: 2/13
- China White: 2/20
- Hotness: 1/1
- Pärämäts: 2/7
- Desolate piggy in a melancholy landscape: 2/4
- Depression diary comic: 1/3
- P.S. I NEVER SAW HIM AGAIN: 1/4
- With comrade X and comrade S, as piggies: 1/4
- “Sweet Peas“ sample pages: 3/9
- Why I almost never buy any clothes, ever: 2/6 (stupid scribble comic, see below)
(All-time total as of today: 995/4706)
Okay, it wasn’t quite as bad as it felt, yet I drew much more in the first half of the year than in the last. But maybe that’s a common pattern in my production – autumn and winter tend to be depressing and elsewhere busy downtimes, while in spring and summer I’m much more productive.
I’m really frustrated about all the unfinished projects, and maybe someday I will get my act together and finish or continue them.
Also, I’ve almost hit 1000 in the total number of pages I’ve drawn! Maybe I should do something special for the 1000th page?!!
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Bonus comic that I never posted before, because it was too stupid – Why I almost never buy any clothes, ever:
… because it’s a constant battle between the “badass/plain” tendency and the “weird/quirky” tendency, and in the end I usually just don’t indulge either of them. :<
I forgot to add a piggy postcard to a recent zine order, so I quickly sketched this to send to Leipzig with the zines.
Soundtrack: The Killers – Shot at the Night V^(oo)^;V
I’m making a little piggy book for the Swedish publisher Ordbilder. They called for pitches last summer, and now I found out that from all the book proposals they got, they chose mine. It will be published next year in time for the book fair in Gothenburg.
This is one of the sample pages I submitted (the only one without spoilers):
The book doesn’t have a proper title yet. The English working title was Sweet Peas, but it doesn’t really work in Swedish, and I hate puns anyway. V^(oo)^V
The story is set in the future, somewhere in what used to be Russia, after a great war that left everything poisoned. A small group of surviving piggies has built an Anarchist commune, growing food and recycling the remains of civilization, and we follow one day in the life of Organizational Secretary Andrei Lesnikov.
In the proposal I summarized it as “Hansu no kikan meets Yokohama kaidashi kikou, with an extra large serving of death-angst”, and thought that maybe it sounded a bit too whacked. But Ordbilder is using that exact phrase in their first promo for the book. Heh.
And now I actually have to draw it … V`(oo)´;V
It will be awesomepants to work in colour and especially to draw piggies.
This weekend it’s Zinefest, but I’m too §$%&ing ill … Today I had to go out a bit, and on the bus home I got one of those conditions when slime drips down your throat, and it makes your eyes water like crazy, but if you cough or breathe too hard you’re going to puke! Yay!
In fact I was able to breathe very flatly and with great focus and keep swallowing desperately for about 10 minutes until the danger was over. But I’m in no state for selling zines …
Recently I finished this sketchbook, with its slightly questionable cover:
Here are some previously unpublished sketches from that book! V^(oo)^V
The Islamic congregation of Helsinki and some old villa behind the trees
Doggie paparazzi photos
Essential artist’s supplies: loads of sketchbooks, Russian and Chinese watercolours, and also Aspirin. :3
Piggy window painting
At Sarjakuvakeskus (the comics centre) in Helsinki they had a table on which you could try out the pens they sell at their cafe. So I drew some proletarian piggies …
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Stef Gaines was our super special guest and made lots of photos:
* Ainur and I being cool at our table, as always (with Nicola in the background, doing something indeterminable)
* Me at Sarjakuvakeskus, wearing extremely Finnish, Mymlan-style clothes that Ainur gave me after having grown out of them (the pattern persists even in adulthood!), yet drinking German lemonade
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… Anyway, back in Berlin I saw this fluffy white doggie at Frankfurter Tor:
The highlight of the festival was probably when a slightly inebriated Russian showed up, distraught that he had lost his tour bus and had to figure out how to get home to Vyborg somehow, in this hostile city where nobody spoke Russian and police officers gave him the finger when he tried to ask them for help. Luckily I actually did speak Russian, so I showed him the way to the central train station, from where he was hopefully able to catch a taxi to the port. :-/
On Saturday I sold 34 piggy postcards and some books and zines, and I painted some watercolour piggies (and some kind of disproportional/non-euclidic shiba):
On Sunday my comics business was totally dead, so I painted “desolate piggies in melancholy landscapes”, as Ainur dubbed them:
Winter 1998/1999. For years we thought Ainur had lost this photo, but this summer one of the paper copies turned up!
There are very few photos from when Sergei was little, because at the time I thought I had film in my camera, but actually didn’t, and somehow mum barely made any photos of him with her camera. But luckily Ainur made a few when she came to visit. This is one of them, and it’s the one photo where you can clearly see Sergei’s eyes! As he got bigger, his face got fatter so you couldn’t really see his eyes anymore. :3