Weekend dreams. On Friday morning I had a long vivid dream about being in a Wes Anderson movie about two bird spirits disguised as people, who were tasked with getting a frog spirit back to a safe home. There was a little business with the bird woman trying to figure out how to carry the frog and fly, and they showed outtakes where it was obvious ( Read more... )

Dream: for once I was packing to travel, not packing to return from a trip. I was going to drive out to the airport on a long trip, so I had my backpack filled with my clothes and some sketchbooks. I had also put in the working art for a project, I'd been asked to design the cover for Joy Division's "Closer" album. Easy money! I was planning to ( Read more... )

( The show, the return, the storm )

( We got ice cream! )

I finished writing my last entry and by then the others were awake, and there was coffee.( Then .. )

( The details )

Short Run weekend is like Christmas for cartoonists. Friends are in town, and there are big get togethers where folks can meet and greet; people have new work to show, and can buy or trade for new books and zines. It's exciting, it's validation, a reassurance that one's work isn't in vain ( Read more... )

I'm sick today, though. I felt it coming on yesterday -- last night when I got home I was bone tired. I was able to get the dishes done, and we made a Trader Joe's lasagna and had broccoli -- but I crashed hard. I slept but it wasn't restful. I was having tight, cyclical work dreams, running around in circles, and the name "Manafort" kept repeating ( Read more... )

I've had so many dreams lately that have been so vivid, a byproduct of this season I expect, that I can still remember the ones I had on Monday night clearly. Other days since have faded but these still stay sharp-edged.

I was at home, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking around the black sofa that is next to the bed. I looked over and was ( Read more... )

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