goodbye moses jones

so i totally wrote a big long thing in my journal about my ending of moses jones: apocalyptic mama…but i forgot to bring my journal to the library (i do not have internet at home.)

i will, as most things in life, wing it….

i started moses jones when i was living in a 30 person cooperative house with my ex-husband & our three children (fourth on the way.) my life was in turmoil as i was about one bad behavior from being kicked out of the co-op. said bad behaviors were in reaction to my ex-husband having relations with other women in our house all while we had an on-again/off-again relationship.
i was losing my mind.
i was also pursing an art degree at uw madison where i was lucky enough to have an instructor who encouraged me to pursue my own style of art & not to worry if it was popular or not.
if you have read my book confusion perfume & other neurotic comics, you know that moses started out as a transformation of my confusion perfume heroine, berny. however, moses quickly became her own woman. a zombie fighting mama. i did not intend for her to be so bitter & humorless, but much like the portrait of dorian gray, she kinda took that on for me i suppose.
as i worked on my final project for my art class, the beginnings of moses jones, my ex-husband noticed that he was missing from the story. we must have been in an on-again stage because i did try to write him in once i started doing pages for the comic. however, like moses, he did not turn out the way i thought he would…& dusty knickers was born. the absent father.
which pissed off my ex-husband. he will now deny that character is based on him.
i have worked on this comic on and off for nine years. it has grown up with the youngest of my children. i did not get the story out the way i planned. the story took its own path. there is a lot i would do different. there is a lot of unfinished i think i should finish…
yet somehow, the story is done.
i need to let it go.
i cried after i finished this page.
moses jones has been a sort of friend for these past nine years. someone i could turn to who i knew would not hesitate to put dusty knickers in the ground.
but i need to move forward now. past this story and on to a new one.

weener coop: the players

i probably should have posted this first, but here are the members of the weener coop & other creatures of interest.
the character “hal” is the invisible man. he does have speaking parts in the comic. whenever you see a speech bubble attached to no one…that’s hal!

i do hope i one day (soon) return to this comic….

weener coop page eight

so here is where i discovered the ink brush method of shading. i was going to uw art school at the time & had an “aha!” moment with ink brush painting as opposed to scribbling in the dark bits.

also, for some reason, i put panels in.
hmm?
the dialogue does not seem to be very linear, but with perseverance, you might be able to make sense of it.

weener coop page six

so i was apparently working through some cooperative living angst here…this was written while being active in a cooperative house of over 30 people. i moved in there when i had two kids. my third child was actually born there.

i have some love/hate feelings i’m still working through.

what’s real fun is listening to predominantly white people (mostly university students)–especially men–debate about diversity.

weener coop page four

my stars & ribbons–there is a lot of cursing in this comic.

this page might mark my moving on from grievances with one particular housemate to grievances with that entire culture of some intentional communities.

keep in mind, i was nearly kicked out of this coop for my attitude & lack of censoring.
i’m not sure i learned my lesson.

weener coop page three

so i lived in this coop in madison, & there was a chick there who i swear was stalking me. every time i left the room, she would take my chair…. it was kinda funny until one time i left the room & she took my ex-husband.

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