A couple years ago, I was in a writing slump, so deep, so rugged that I couldn't create for a long time. I know I wanted to, really wanted to. But between transiting 1.5 hours to another city for work everyday, and coming home after an eight hour shift, I didn't, couldn't write like I used to. Whatever came to mind didn't seem good enough. And coming from someone who started out writing - who could no longer write, left a stitch in me.
I don't remember how I came across this artist's work, but learning about her work and style broadened my view of comics. It doesn't have to be coloured, be formatted in panels, or reach a certain threshold of aesthetics. It can be free-hand, mundane, and reflect on the comes and goes, simplicities of life. I'm still very much self-conscious of my crappy doodles and not-so-pro narratives, but comics gave me an outlet when everything else ran dry. It has continued to pat me on the back whenever I want to capture a wonderful trip or a lousy day, and loosened the tension of that stitch.
Thank you for visiting this page - a work in progress, a rookie's corner. I hope I can one day create my very own zine of comics, and share it with you.