The title comes from my having listened to Throwing Muses while drawing this one. It does work, though: the strip is about the dislocation I feel in everyday life, and my take that this dislocation comes from not being able to be in the present; I'm always anticipating the future or dwelling in the past, with the effect that my experience is a confusing mesh of all three.
Not sure where these characters came from, but I'm really happy with them. Something about this largish man (stolen, somewhat, from Frank King's Gasoline Alley, a comic my father was taken with, and I fancy this character reminds me of him) confiding in a fire plug ... well, it just works.
I'm also quite happy with the coloring, and the green tinge that I managed to bring out in the first and third panels. They evoke the nausea that the experience of existence necessarily involves.
The title comes from my having listened to Throwing Muses while drawing this one. It does work, though: the strip is about the dislocation I feel in everyday life, and my take that this dislocation comes from not being able to be in the present; I'm always anticipating the future or dwelling in the past, with the effect that my experience is a confusing mesh of all three.
ReplyDeleteNot sure where these characters came from, but I'm really happy with them. Something about this largish man (stolen, somewhat, from Frank King's Gasoline Alley, a comic my father was taken with, and I fancy this character reminds me of him) confiding in a fire plug ... well, it just works.
I'm also quite happy with the coloring, and the green tinge that I managed to bring out in the first and third panels. They evoke the nausea that the experience of existence necessarily involves.