Satashi Kon, OPUS, Dark Horse Comics 2015

What is the relationship between creators and their work? Once released into the world, audiences consume the creation and make of it what they will, and the creator loses control. But what about the work itself? Surely, within the boundaries of the piece, the artist’s will holds sway. Right? Right. Or, not right. Read more →

Well, this site has obviously been quiet for quite a while. I assure you, it’s not for lack of interest! But just what have I been up to lately, eh? Well, here you go:

Wayfarers

Jenna Abts and I have been working on a graphic novel! While I’ve been writing the script, she’s been illustrating it. Over the last couple of years, we’ve devoted most of our weekends to the project. You can learn more about it over here: www.wayfarerscomic.com.

Emerald City Comicon

Or rather, I should say: preparing for Emerald City Comicon. In less than a month, Jenna and I will be tabling at ECCC. If you’re going to be there, stop by to see us in Artist Alley booth EE05. I’m also, with the help of a few friends who are much better at sewing than I am, working on my very first cosplay outfit. I’ve been not-so-secretly wanting to cosplay for a long while now, but have been too shy. Well, here goes nothing!

Women Write About Comics

I’m delighted (and honored, as they’re a super talented bunch!) to have been accepted onto the team at Women Write About Comics. What I’ve found out is that women write about comics a LOT. In other words, I’ve been super busy!

 

We are now almost thirty years removed from the date this novelet was published in The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction. Nowadays, vampires are commonly imagined as radiant albeit misunderstood beings who, yes, may have dark sides, but who also have huge guilt complexes to balance said dark sides. Today’s most common vampires, with their eternal moodiness, youth, and pathos, have become little more than sympathetic emotional fodder for teenagers and dangerous sex objects, but such was not always the case. Bob Leman’s “The Pilgrimage of Clifford M.” would be a jarring read for those enamored of the Adonis-like vampires who stalk prime time television and the pages of today’s YA lit. Read more →

Marion Zimmer Bradley has been an inspiration to me since I was about 12 years old. Her “Sword and Sorceress” series of anthologies, full of stories with strong female leads penned by both new and seasoned writers, challenged me to put my own thoughts into words. (I even wrote and submitted an atrocious short story to the anthology that was, unsurprisingly, rejected, but I held onto the returned manuscript with its penciled editing marks and personalized rejection note.) To begin my foray into these many volumes of The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, I chose an author who has been a touchstone of mine for nearly 20 years. Read more →

Walking into the Davidson Gallery at a time when they have arranged an exhibition of Etsuko Ichikawa’s work is not unlike walking into a temple. Don’t mistake me—they are not propagandistic, nor are they overtly religious in any way. What they are is peaceful. Silent. Contemplative. Still. I recently realized that in my memory, Ichikawa’s works are accompanied by the dying echoes of a solemn bell and the faint musk of incense. Read more →

First, a bit of context: for the past three or so years, Derrick Jefferies has lived one floor down and several doors over. The art display outside his door rotated with time, and although the glaring florescent bulbs and forced proximity of hallway viewing do not create the most flattering of exhibition spaces, I’ve always enjoyed pausing by his apartment on my way from one end of the building to the other. It’s been fun to watch his art grow and change from the vantage point of a curious neighbor. Read more →

Of course I’m going to be tempted by an exhibition on dreams and travelling; you can’t say they’re not seductive subjects, especially when put together. It’s a good time of year for it, too. Winter is the time for settling in with stories and dreams. Many of these stories involve travel of some kind, moving from one space to another, whether that space is physical, mental, or spiritual. And I don’t know about you, but I often dream when I travel, even if it’s just during the daily traffic commute. There’s something about the motion that frees a part of my mind to drift and dream. Read more →

Luminous paintings of city streets, silent urban gardens, and colorful graffiti walls. The locations depicted by Christopher Martin Hoff are tantalizingly familiar. They have landmarks, but they’re not immediately recognizable. I visited the show with several other Seattleites, and we ended up debating, “Doesn’t that one look like that intersection on Capitol Hill? No, maybe that other intersection,” or “Isn’t this one somewhere in the International District? No?” Read more →