SoulPancake, by the way, is a pretty interesting blog that asks explores creativity and spirituality. Read the comments to this video on SoulPancake's site (click the via link above)- many interesting interpretations of the video.
John Lustig's Last Kiss Comics have been entertaining me for the past year. I came across his booth at NYCC last year and got the cutest tote bag adorned with one of his sassy, vintage comics. I signed up for the mailing list and once a week I crack a smile, or even laugh out loud when his comic graces my inbox.
"Last Kiss" was originally "First Kiss," a Charleton Comics romance series from the late 1950s. Lustig bought the rights to the series and in 2000 renamed the comic "Last Kiss," and started reproducing the series with updated punchy dialogue.
ACN recently told me that she's been doing some pencilling. I promised to put up a drawing of mine, if she put up a drawing of hers. Well, she called my bluff and put up a beautiful drawing of Glenn Gould. Go see it, it's good!
Mine, sadly, is not as much. But a promise is a promise, so here I give you, from 1997, (note the torn corner and the Yucca Valley Plumbing stationary!), my interpretation of a John Byrne Wonder Woman:
I mentioned dreams earlier... I was shocked when I read that diary entry from 1999. I had forgotten how I dreamt of being a good classical saxophonist (!!!) and my heart jumped when I read that I wanted to be not a decent, nor good, but great as I had underlined, dancer. That’s the lost dream I most lament. Funny how there was no mention of writing. Of course in ’99 I had not yet taken that fateful jazz arranging class with Steve Haines that put me on my current path.
Recently, I have developed a new dream. This one inspired by the reading of Asne Seierstad’s A Hundred And One Days. I now dream of refining my writing skill and becoming a musical journalist, reporting from places around the world. Typically this day dream involves places outside the US of A. After all, I have my shiny new passport and I want to bulk up the stampage!
However, I have been once again inspired by another artist.
I know almost nothing about photographer Stephen Shore. Only the little bit mentioned in the NY Times article promoting his latest exhibit and some follow-up wikipedia research. The slide show accompanying the NYT article featured shots of 1970’s Americana.
Those eight pictures remind me of the hidden intrigue America’s interstates can offer. I know they are there, I’ve experienced them myself. Growing up military, I have lived in three of the four corners of our country. I have driven across the US at least 4 times. I loved these monstrous car trips. The hotels, the rest stops, the diners, the occasional tourist attraction. I yearn to experience them again. They call to me to be found, and reported on.
Asne writes the books, Stephen took the pictures, I want to write the music.
“Biographical Landscape: The Photography of Stephen Shore, 1969-1979” runs through September 9 at the International Center of Photography, 1133 Avenue of the Americas, at 43rd Street; (212) 857-0000 or icp.org.