I walk through this badly illuminated corridor at the North Bethesda Marriott Hotel, surrounded by five or six other people. We get the elevator, make some lefts and rights and get to the specific door. They open it just a bit, recognize some of us, and let us in. They salute us. Some of us have beers. Some of us are not twenty one.
The rooms at the North Bethesda Marriott Hotel, naturally badly illuminated, get even darker in this saturday night. The absence of light is compensated by the excess of people and noise: there are at least fifteen people in the crowded, small room, with its two double beds, a small desk, a tv and some luggage. With every chair and space occupied, most of us can’t sit, but we don’t mind, really. Our focus is on the people and the conversations that are going on right there.
As soon as I get there, I try to get myself somethign to drink. It was hard to get some beer, but soon enough someone finds me a half glass of cheap whiskey. Whatareyougonnado. Our initial group dissolves itself and blends in very quickly, some of us finding old friends and acquaintances, meeting new people and exploring that environment.
The thing is, up until a few hours ago, I didn’t know any of those people. Making conversation, this girls turns to me and asks in the most casual way:
“So, what kind of comics do you make?”
I hesitate for an intant, and begin a description that’s becoming more and more familiar with each passing week:
“Oh, they’re mostly about high school, about these five teenage friends and their daily lives. It’s kind of semi autobiographical, really down to earth, and slice of life, I guess.”
And in the insant of my hesitation, I realise: everyone in that room makes comics, of course. Because they are all staying at the Marriott for spx, one of the largest independent comics events in the US. It takes a while to absorb that information, this reality that is being presented to me, and from then on, the conversations only get deeper and more complex.
It’s all really exciting.
gingerjuju said: Hola! So glad you found me :D
yeah, i’m glad, too! i also found out that you have (had?) a vlog, so that’s pretty cool, too!
the sexual representation ones were interesting and pertinent, haha, but i have to admit not being sure if these videos and vlogs ever reach the people who really need to listen to them, you know?
anyway, it’s a nice effort!
i am heterossexual myself, but i felt it made sense to include a gay and a bissexual character in my high school comics (i don’t know if you got a chance to read them, haha) as, you know, they are all still figuring out who they are, what they want to be and all those things teenagers do.
anyway, one thing i liked about making those stories was how i never felt like i needed to explicit say this character is gay and that character is straight.
they are just there, being themselves, and eventually the reader will find it out. but it’s not the main thing, the defining part, like you said on the videos.
wow, i ended up writing a lot, huh?
anyway, i’m glad i could find you and so many people from spx here!
let’s keep in touch and keep making comics! haha
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this was my first assignment for this class all about zines (unbelievable, right?) i’m taking at parsons, so there’s definitely more on the way!
the idea here was to make an insta-book (just like the valentina one, from a few posts back), so the first eight images are the pages in one of the sides of the paper, e the last is on the other!
oh, and the zines had to be about these objects the teacher brought to class in the first day. i picked this small orange-cyclops-toy-guy. he’s nice, right?
esse aí é o zed, e essa zine foi o primeiro trabalho pra essa aula de zines (absurdo, né?) que eu tô fazendo na parsons, em nova york. ela cabe toda num A4 (que nem aquela da valentina, uns posts pra baixo), então as oito primeiras imagens ficam num lado do papel, e a última no outro.
ah, as zines tinham que ser sobre esses objetos que o professor trouxe no primeiro dia de aula. eu escolhi esse boneco laranja de um ciclope.