Can you believe it? It’s April and it snowed!
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Yesterday night the Steven Universe song was stuck in my head. When I mean stuck, I mean wedged so far that even the jaws of life couldn’t get it out. It was like Winnie Pooh stuck in Rabbit’s hole without any friends to help him out. Okay, that was just sad. Assuming he got stuck in Rabbit’s hole, and that he was as antisocial as myself, then I suppose his motives are questionable for even being near Rabbit’s place. You thought I was gonna say hole, didn’t you? DIRTY DIRTY pish posh tsk tsk.
Here it is in its nudity:
If you buy these two together, I recommend reading Baby’s in Black first for timeline’s sake since it takes place during The Beatles’ earlier days in Germany. It’s very much a love story between Astrid Kirchherr and Stuart Sutcliffe which ends around 1961, so if you’re looking for something more than that, cross-referencing with other works is the way to go. If you don’t know anything about him, he was the original bassist, classmate of John Lennon, and a promising young painter and poet. You can see his art here. The art site was quite the find since they talk about his paintings in the comic without explicitly showing his work. It was nice to connect the dots.
Now, The Fifth Beatle takes place after Germany, starting in 1962ish, and focuses on the making of The Beatles into international sensations through the work and passionate dedication of Brian Epstein, manager. I’m not too sure of the chronological order since it started with Ringo Starr already in the crew. Germany was only mentioned briefly, and there wasn’t any talk of Sutcliffe or Pete Best from what I remember. Then again, this was Epstein’s story. I gotta say, and I have said this before, the artwork is a thing of beauty. The story is too touching to pass up as well. And guess what? It’s being made into a movie directed by Peyton Reed.
I was inspired by both graphic novels, so I did a bit of spring cleaning and found an sketchbook from late last year. The last entry in it was a couple of sketches of hands done with a brush marker that I scribbled while on a break in Starbucks:
I feel awkward leaving a mess of blank papers in a book that was meant to be filled, so I added a drawing of myself in my favorite spring dress from that year. This one is definitely Baby’s in Black inspired, stylistically speaking mixed with my own touches, of course.
Here it is a bit closer …
Having so many graphic novels surrounding me now (I even picked up a sample of Anya’s Ghost and Beautiful Darkness is currently sitting pretty in my cart), I’m thinking of writing my own. It’s something I have thought about in the past, say middle school to early college. Maybe it’s something I should be doing? It has always been in the back of my mind, so why not? I have the tools to do so. Question is … what would I write about?
… No idea. I’m fond of memoir type graphic novels, so I suppose there’s that. I’m episodic in nature. I feel more than I think, and I get antsy if I stay in one place too long. I think it’s important to know these things about yourself when writing something so reflective.
According to Anton Chekhov “Everything I learned about human nature I learned from me.” My English teacher from 6th grade once said to “Write as if to describe to an alien.” Eudora Welty remarked, as I’m looking through David Corbett’s The Art of Character, to “Write about what you don’t know about what you know.” I consider myself a writer before anything else, as I write always before I draw, but my writing is all post-it notes, lists, shit poetry, and well, this blog. A good start, if any.
I’m thinking too much about this. I really am. Put on the brakes. GEEZ.
I did pick up Ivan Brunetti’s Cartooning: Philosophy and Practice last year to help as a syllabus.
Never stop being a student, haaaa.