Content Notes: climate collapse, death of a grandparent
In honor of my impending move to White River Junction, Vermont for cartooning school, I’m sharing part of my application portfolio with you. The Center for Cartoon Studies required me to create a comic that was at least two pages long (ha) that included a robot, a piece of fruit, a snowman, and myself. This eight page moody af post-apocalyptic pseudo-autofiction piece was my submission.
I wrote the script for this comic a full year before I submitted the final piece, in the dead of winter after an anxious summer of wildfires and gasmasks and covid infections and an autumn pierced by the death of my grandmother. But also that October, a wonderful new housemate moved in, blanketing the surfaces of our kitchen and dining room with hundreds of pounds of gleaned persimmons. I’m not sure I’d ever tasted a persimmon before.
I ate persimmons for months and months, and I drew this comic.
Season of Ash
wow!! This was such good story telling, so many things said without outright saying them. I especially liked all the imagery in the dialogue, like the part about listening to the heartbeat of stories like the ocean in seashells, or "dark as a bruise, and twice as nasty". The whole comic has the vibes of my favorite illustrated storybooks as a kid. I love all your comics and I hope cartooning school goes well for you!