Some things you just gotta do yourself.
I'm back from the Center for Cartoon Studies Summer "Create Comics" Program.
And I really wish I wasn't. Nothing against you guys at all, but for the first time in like, weeks, I felt like I was home. All things aside, I love being in this area, but up in Vermont. Taking that class was a dream come true, not just to reenergize myself in the profession I love, but to meet people that shared the same dreams with me. I've made three really great friends, and the only thing that went through my mind was that it all went by too fast and now we're all back in our own individual places.
It makes me sad. You cannot believe how down and sad I feel right now.
Yes very emo.
I was able to make jokes and people would laugh honestly, I could make references and hold conversations that people would understand. I felt at home. Granted that when people first met me, their impression was that I was pretty cool, but once they got to know me I just became "weird." But it was a welcomed weird. People respected me, they listened to me, they liked me. Well, people like me here too. But these people were great. Steve Bissette (one of the teachers, real famous comic creator) feels like my crazy uncle, Kochalka was awkward but completely awesome (one of the teachers as well, created Monkey Vs. Robot and Super F*ckers). James Sturm was just an overall nice guy and a great teacher. The class was just amazing. I didn't just learn, I appreciated, I revitalized the part of me that closed off.
I actually drew, and while my art started off as total shit, it's moved it's way up to just shit. But it's getting a lot better. I love drawing, I can't believe I shunned away. I wish there had been more writing involved then drawing, and I think the course should have been longer. Like two weeks.
It was such a great experience. I was nicknamed Rainbow Bag Boy for my rainbow bag, and everyone thought I was a homosexual, which I'm not. But it made for good laughs.
The three guys I made friends with were Cary, Andy and Alex. Jason and I reassembled the Critical Friends and now those three are the new members.
Alright. There's a lot to tell, but right now I need rest, and I'm not going to write it all here. Instead of filling up livejournal with super long entries, I'm going to write the daily exploits over in my blog when I get the chance and am finished resting:
http://imissmypants.blogspot.com/
Also, here's The New Critical Friends:
And I really wish I wasn't. Nothing against you guys at all, but for the first time in like, weeks, I felt like I was home. All things aside, I love being in this area, but up in Vermont. Taking that class was a dream come true, not just to reenergize myself in the profession I love, but to meet people that shared the same dreams with me. I've made three really great friends, and the only thing that went through my mind was that it all went by too fast and now we're all back in our own individual places.
It makes me sad. You cannot believe how down and sad I feel right now.
Yes very emo.
I was able to make jokes and people would laugh honestly, I could make references and hold conversations that people would understand. I felt at home. Granted that when people first met me, their impression was that I was pretty cool, but once they got to know me I just became "weird." But it was a welcomed weird. People respected me, they listened to me, they liked me. Well, people like me here too. But these people were great. Steve Bissette (one of the teachers, real famous comic creator) feels like my crazy uncle, Kochalka was awkward but completely awesome (one of the teachers as well, created Monkey Vs. Robot and Super F*ckers). James Sturm was just an overall nice guy and a great teacher. The class was just amazing. I didn't just learn, I appreciated, I revitalized the part of me that closed off.
I actually drew, and while my art started off as total shit, it's moved it's way up to just shit. But it's getting a lot better. I love drawing, I can't believe I shunned away. I wish there had been more writing involved then drawing, and I think the course should have been longer. Like two weeks.
It was such a great experience. I was nicknamed Rainbow Bag Boy for my rainbow bag, and everyone thought I was a homosexual, which I'm not. But it made for good laughs.
The three guys I made friends with were Cary, Andy and Alex. Jason and I reassembled the Critical Friends and now those three are the new members.
Alright. There's a lot to tell, but right now I need rest, and I'm not going to write it all here. Instead of filling up livejournal with super long entries, I'm going to write the daily exploits over in my blog when I get the chance and am finished resting:
http://imissmypants.blogspot.com/
Also, here's The New Critical Friends: