I’ve posted the second installment of my diary webcomic, Between Sleeps. This installment is called “For My Boston Strong.”
I’ve been previewing the comic on the blog here for a little bit, as it’s the one about my experiences in the aftermath of both 9/11 and the Boston Marathon Bombings, and on being a resident of both NYC and Boston during and after both events (yes, really).
I’m happy to say that my comic been out for about 24 hours now and I’ve received some lovely feedback on it. Thank you for reading.
(If you’re more the Tumblr type, I also posted the comic here for your liking/reblogging.)
Took this photo of the panel I’d just inked as it dried on my studio desk. Writing a comic about the Boston Marathon bombings has been tough as I’ve mentioned in previous posts. I don’t want to be seen as trying to exploit the event or hitching my wagon to it for some perverted reason. I live and work a street away from Boylston street and the bombing happened in my neighborhood — so I’ve been trying to draw a short story that was authentic to my experience living and being around that terrible event without resorting to cliches (the finish line, the sneakers). Living in the area after the bombing was a world away from what the news was portraying, honestly. I think I finally found the image I was looking for to conclude this little story, I dug it up from my memory last night and put it together.
After the fact, here’s my childhood friend Santa Bear admiring his, I mean my, hard work drying on the drafting table.
I’ve been steadily working on Between Sleeps #2. This one has been delayed for two big reasons –
1) It’s about the Boston Marathon Bombings, which happened about 2 streets away from where I live and work. It was a hugely disruptive event and for reasons I’ll explain in the webcomic, an emotionally disruptive one as well. I didn’t want it to seem exploitative though, as after a big event like that a lot of people try to milk it for attention and it frankly grosses me out. But then you start to wonder how you can talk/write/draw about an event like that in a way that’s still authentic but not exploitative. To me, the best thing to do was to just wait a little bit before talking about what I was feeling. I don’t know if this was the “right” reaction, but it’s how I feel.
2) Unfortunately there was a sudden death in my family recently. For incredibly obvious reasons, that kept me away from the drawing table.
In any case, above is a little sneak peek of the second installment of the comic, which will be 3 pages in total. (I’ve finished sketching out the first two.) I’ll keep you posted!