Hourly Comics Day 2012

Hourly Comics Day 2012 was February 1st. I knew about it. It was all over the Twitter. But I wasn’t going to do it. As you can see from the above, it fell on a day when I was going to be in a boring work meeting all day long and I was traveling to DC. The prospect of drawing on a bus ride was not that appealing to me either.

But a friend at the Philly Comix Jam called me a pussy for not participating the night before, so I did it.

Only, I don’t think I really followed the rules. I just did the pencils, because I didn’t have my lightbox and I was using crappy paper so there was no way I could ink and erase. I thought I could ink it quickly, but it took me part of three separate evenings to get this done. So I didn’t really honor it and I spent WAY more time on it than I would have liked. But what the heck. It’s done.

I like, “Still Life of Where I am Sitting.” Doing this made me realize how insufferably full of politics and social issues my brain is. It legitimately makes me hate myself, and that’s not one of those self-righteous bits of self-congratulation that my ilk tends to do. It really makes me nuts. As I sat there each hour (granted, it was a work day and my work is political) and tried to think of a topic for each hours comics it kept coming back to some observation of hour unjust and shortsighted our world is.

Why couldn’t I just notice life instead of systems? Anecdotes instead of conspiracies? Someone, anyone… please fix this ravaged brain of mine.

Also, the last few hours (from K– on) I was having some drinks. So … that explains the deterioration in quality, from not-very-good to bad. But now you have some more context.