I am just finishing up drawing Fir Valley chapter 4. About a quarter of the way through the book! I am on track to have chapters two to four printed up for TCAF (May 14 – 15). I am having so much fun drawing this book. I am looking forward to a vehicle in chapter six. Here is the cover of the second collection. Also, an exciting announcement: Cloudscape is going to publishing the book later this year!
I live in a pretty busy neighbourhood, and the traffic can get pretty intense. People getting crazy over parking and turning and busy intersections. I have seen the aftermath of a lot of accidents, and witnessed a couple since moving here a year ago.
So, as I’m walking around the neighbourhood I constantly see people driving, agitated and impatient. Going TOO FAST for a residential neighbourhood. And I think at them “SLOW DOWN”.
In the past months since I have not been working, I have had the decadent opportunity to slow down. If I go for a walk, I am not in a rush. I don’t necessarily take the most direct route. When Manien and I are poking around the neighbourhood, we just stop to enjoy any interesting things we see.
And so I think people need to slow down. When they are in such a rush I always think “The only thing you are rushing to is… the grave.” Slow down. Enjoy this while you’re here. Appreciate where you are. Notice as things change with the seasons. Have a leisurely meal. Enjoy the leaves sprouting, the tidal levels changing.
A friend is moving and posted online about moving, struggling with what to get rid of. During our move last year, I got rid of a lot of stuff, but I still have a lot of stuff. My family in general has problems with getting rid of stuff. Recently I have considered that I might be more open to getting rid of more, if I am moving again. And that made me think that we get so attached to all our STUFF. It is nice, things that remind us of our past. But we hold on so tight. And not just our physical stuff but our history and grudges and so on. We don’t let stuff go. We should. We should let go of it all.
That said, I was watching Popeye again the other day. When I was ten years old, I became obsessed with the movie well before it came out. During this viewing, Manien was heard to ask what got me so obsessed with it. As far as I can recall, it was a short news item in Electric Company magazine. I was a big fan of Mork and Mindy at the time, and so the idea of Robin Williams starring in a comic based movie was quite exciting to me, even if I had no notion of Popeye at that time.
I got the soundtrack album. I got the photo book. I got the making of Popeye book. A book about the history of Popeye. I drew my own comic about a sailor named Norm, which was basically just me paraphrasing a comic from the photo book. Sadly many of these artifacts have been lost to time.
When the movie finally came out, it did not even come to the city where I was living. I had to drag my family to the next town over, where we saw a matinee in a tiny multiplex theatre with two other people in the theatre. I wasn’t even sure what to make of it, finally seeing the peculiar Robert Altman picture.
Over time my love of it has only deepened though. The first movie I ever got on DVD, purchased along with Punchdrunk Love the day it came out on DVD. I can watch it endlessly, singing along. Almost in tears because it makes me so happy.