The Comics and Times of Maddy

Or something to that effect
This is what I ate the weekend before my thesis draft was due. I think I ended up replenishing my caffeine supply before the end, though. 

This is what I ate the weekend before my thesis draft was due. I think I ended up replenishing my caffeine supply before the end, though. 

Yup.

Yup.

Bit of a story behind this one. The title card reads:
"UNTITLED." Mixed media, human body. 2014. A meditation on the crushing dehumanization of the late-capitalist post-modern zeitgeist.
One evening a few months ago, a friend of mine lay down in the hallway of our dorm, and another friend of mine decided to make her into art by sticking a title card on her back. Then a bunch of us had an enlightening conversations in academese about the significance of the piece through a neo-liberal, pseudo-Freudian lens, juxtaposed it with a dialectical heteronormative hegemony, and came to the conclusion of what are we even doing with our lives. 

Bit of a story behind this one. The title card reads:

"UNTITLED." Mixed media, human body. 2014. A meditation on the crushing dehumanization of the late-capitalist post-modern zeitgeist.

One evening a few months ago, a friend of mine lay down in the hallway of our dorm, and another friend of mine decided to make her into art by sticking a title card on her back. Then a bunch of us had an enlightening conversations in academese about the significance of the piece through a neo-liberal, pseudo-Freudian lens, juxtaposed it with a dialectical heteronormative hegemony, and came to the conclusion of what are we even doing with our lives. 

True facts about the Maddy.

True facts about the Maddy.

Every so often I’ll start to zone out in the library and then I’ll smell something - doesn’t matter if it’s tea or coffee - and then realize that this is what addiction looks like. Lucky for me, my habit is inexpensive, relatively harmless, and socially sanctioned.

Every so often I’ll start to zone out in the library and then I’ll smell something - doesn’t matter if it’s tea or coffee - and then realize that this is what addiction looks like. Lucky for me, my habit is inexpensive, relatively harmless, and socially sanctioned.

Oh, hey there, friends! It’s been a while. Here’s the second one in my Adventures in Academia series, about that thing you can do in the library basement where you push two armchairs together and make yourself a sad little cave for wallowing in. And yes, I know a butterfly comes out of a chrysalis and a moth comes out of a cocoon. Artistic license. Shh. 

Oh, hey there, friends! It’s been a while. Here’s the second one in my Adventures in Academia series, about that thing you can do in the library basement where you push two armchairs together and make yourself a sad little cave for wallowing in. And yes, I know a butterfly comes out of a chrysalis and a moth comes out of a cocoon. Artistic license. Shh. 

Well, well, well, loyal followers. Quite a hiatus we had there.
Fortunately, I haven’t, like, stopped drawing stuff or anything. I made a little series of angsty comics about my thesis and I’ll be putting those up for y’all at some point when things calm down a bit. Here’s the first one, which is really real from real life. The phrase in question was something along the lines of, “Tearing pages from a book is considered by most people to be the equivalent of castration.” Which I think is silly and Freudian and presumes certain things about one’s audience that ought not to be presumed. Also it is unoriginal. There are so many beautiful comparisons in the world, and you pick the one that involves testicles? I ask you. 

Well, well, well, loyal followers. Quite a hiatus we had there.

Fortunately, I haven’t, like, stopped drawing stuff or anything. I made a little series of angsty comics about my thesis and I’ll be putting those up for y’all at some point when things calm down a bit. Here’s the first one, which is really real from real life. The phrase in question was something along the lines of, “Tearing pages from a book is considered by most people to be the equivalent of castration.” Which I think is silly and Freudian and presumes certain things about one’s audience that ought not to be presumed. Also it is unoriginal. There are so many beautiful comparisons in the world, and you pick the one that involves testicles? I ask you. 

Bikes in Space 2: More feminist bicycle science fiction

Hey, friends! Sorry there haven’t been any comics in a while. I’ve been making them on a fairly regular basis; it’s just scanning and posting them I seem to have a problem with. So! Comics soon! But first:

I HAVE A SHORT STORY IN THIS ZINE!

Taking the Lane is a wonderful publication and I am ever so excited to be a part of it. The theme of this particular anthology is science fiction, with a feminist bicycling twist. Or, if you’d prefer, feminist bicycling with a science fiction twist. My story deals with issues of physical disability in a post-apocalyptic future, and there are lots of other wonderful works of fiction in this book as well. 

If you would like a copy, you are in luck because there are still five days left on the kickstarter! And you know anyone who might be interested in it, spread the word! Tell your friends! Tell your family! Tell your cat! Tell the sketch rando lurking on the corner! Okay, maybe don’t tell that guy. He’s pretty sketch.

ANYway. tl;dr: I have a short story in an anthology for which there is a kickstarter and you can check it out if you’d like - I have posted a convenient link for just that purpose.

Here is a little illo (I love the word “illo”) that I did for a campus publication, The Grail, of  the Reed snowball. I based it on a photo I found on wbrz.com. For the very few people in the world who don’t know, some Reed students made a very impressive snowball, lost control of it, and watched helplessly as it careened into a dorm building. No one was injured except for the building, which was hurt rather badly. Then it made the news in Japan. Then I drew a picture of it.

Here is a little illo (I love the word “illo”) that I did for a campus publication, The Grail, of  the Reed snowball. I based it on a photo I found on wbrz.com. For the very few people in the world who don’t know, some Reed students made a very impressive snowball, lost control of it, and watched helplessly as it careened into a dorm building. No one was injured except for the building, which was hurt rather badly. Then it made the news in Japan. Then I drew a picture of it.

So I was seeing Girl Fry (they are cool and you should like them - http://www.girlfry.com/) at The Smell in L.A., and between sets, a friend and I were hanging out at the back browsing the zines (as you do), and this skinny little dude got up from nowhere and just started dancing to the music coming in over the speakers. He was pretty good. And then this girl got up and joined him, and they just kept dancing like they were having the most marvelous time. It was adorable. We couldn’t tell if there were friends or strangers or came there as a couple or what, but I really love people sometimes. I did a quick little gesture sketch of them, and then when I got home it evolved into a drawing and here it is. 

So I was seeing Girl Fry (they are cool and you should like them - http://www.girlfry.com/) at The Smell in L.A., and between sets, a friend and I were hanging out at the back browsing the zines (as you do), and this skinny little dude got up from nowhere and just started dancing to the music coming in over the speakers. He was pretty good. And then this girl got up and joined him, and they just kept dancing like they were having the most marvelous time. It was adorable. We couldn’t tell if there were friends or strangers or came there as a couple or what, but I really love people sometimes. I did a quick little gesture sketch of them, and then when I got home it evolved into a drawing and here it is.