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Sunday, March 13, 2011

Please Welcome Dean Liscum

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Dean Liscum at Box 13's fundraiser, The Empty Box. Photo by Robert Boyd

by Robert Boyd

A few weeks ago I asked readers if there were any of you who might be interested in contributing to The Great God Pan is Dead on an occasional basis. One writer answered the call--Dean Liscum. My hope is that between the two of us, we can cover Houston's art scene better than I could do solo (as well as covering any other art topics that interest us). I asked Dean to describe himself, and he wrote this:
Dean Liscum is an inveterate art observer. He's written about the Houston art scene online (http://dean4hire.blogspot.com) and in a number of Houston periodicals including ArtsHouston (now defunct) and Houston Free Press.
One thing I found striking about Dean is that he has something of a similarity to me in that we are both more-or-less middle-aged guys who live in the suburbs and really like art. We get in our cars and schlep into the inner Loop to see what's happening. For us, art is a hobby that we feel passionate about. For our peers, it might be golf or hunting or collecting baseball cards or classic automobiles or the Rockets. But we chose art for some reason.

But despite this similarity, I'm hoping that you'll find that Dean's opinions are not the same as mine. It was my goal in adding additional bloggers that I would be adding additional points of view.

There will be a few other changes on the blog. I have always been a bit fast and loose with the photo credits--obviously that will change. And each blog post will have a byline now. I hope readers enjoy Dean's contributions, and please remember that I am still interested in expanding the number of voices here. There's no money involved--this is purely a hobby, an amateur operation--and I can't even promise "exposure" since we have a pretty small readership (an average of 272 page views a day this year). So if you can get past that giant lack of incentive, we'd be interested in your voice and your opinions.


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Monday, July 4, 2011

Input/Output at the Joanna

by Robert Boyd

In college, I had a roommate, Bill,  who was an electrical engineer. But beyond majoring in the subject, it was his hobby and passion as well. Consequently, the various hellholes in which we lived were littered with electronics and computer-related projects. He was into building practical things (uninterruptible power supplies) and impractical things (really loud amps, handheld lasers). This was a million years ago, and now Bill runs a successful electronics manufacturing company here in Houston. But I was reminded of his younger self when I saw Input/Output, the installation by the artist/engineer collective Exurb. This is the kind of project Bill would have eagerly joined back in the day.



Exurb, Input/Output "Doorway", plexiglass, electronic circuits, 2011 (photo by Robert Boyd)

The first thing one sees when walking into the Joanna are two plexiglass post-and-lintel constructions, called "doorways". The first thing you notice, however, is a caterwaul of noise. The noice is coming from the speakers on the doorways. The plexiglass construction allows you to see that there is electronic circuitry inside the doorways. But it's not circuitry that most viewers might be familiar with from looking at the circuit boards in their computers or other electronic devices.



Exurb, Input/Output "Doorway" detail, plexiglass, electronic circuits, 2011 (photo by Robert Boyd)

These are old electronics--vacuum tube technology. The members of Exurb commented that all the parts could have been bought fifty years ago. The basic technology here is the theremin, which was invented in 1920.  A theremin operates by changing pitch (frequency) and loudness (amplitude) using variable capacitors. The body of the player is the grounded plate in the capacitor, and the distance between the body and the antenna changes the capacitance which is used to vary the sound. In this device, the theremins (there are three on each post) only change frequency. The antennae are these checkerboard metal plates on the inside of each doorway. Passing through the doorway brings you close to the plates, causing pitch changes.


Exurb, Input/Output "Doorway", plexiglass, electronic circuits, 2011

Therefore, the viewer's physical presence within the installation makes him or her part of the input. But it's much more complicated than that, of course. Because in addition to generating sound, Input/Output has a microphone that is converting the sound into data, which it then uses to help create six video outputs. In addition, there are two video cameras running, and they are used to help create video output. I tried to diagram roughly what was going on. (Correction: Eric Todd contacted me with a few corrections. One was that the sound was wired directly from the doorways to the computer--so no microphones were required.)


diagram of Input/Output by Robert Boyd

I don't have a photo of the histogram screen, but it's the least interesting--it seems more like a device to help the artists monitor the functioning of the various devices.



Exurb, Input/Output detail-graph display, data feed, visualization software, projected image, 2011 (photo by Robert Boyd)

For this dynamic data visualization, the Y-axis is amplitude, the x-axis is frequency, and the z-axis is time. This graph was continually renewing, and because of the way it was visualized, time seemed to be receding into the past.



Exurb, Input/Output detail-green screen, data feed, video feed, small monitor, 2011 (photo by Dean Liscum)

The members of Exurb wanted a video that looked like night vision. But it's not real night vision. The green cast is somehow affected by the sound input, but I'm not sure exactly how. It otherwise seems like a green-filtered video of what is happening in the doorways room.



Exurb, Input/Output detail-green balls, sound data feed, java script, small monitor, 2011 (photo by Robert Boyd)

Exurb member Sam Singh told me about the screen with the exploding green balls. "As the change in frequency is higher, the force with which the balls break up is greater." After they explode apart, they fall back into place and the process starts over.



Exurb, Input/Output detail-high-contrast video, C++ script, sound data feed, video feed, lprojected image, 2011 (photo by Dean Liscum)

 This screen displays video from the "doorways" room, but like the green screen video, this video is altered by the sound. The flat, high-contrast areas are determined by some criteria that I don't quite understand, and the color of those areas is determined by the frequencies of the sound input.



Exurb, Input/Output detail-lo-res video, C++ script, sound data feed, video feed, projector, 2011 (photo by Dean Liscum)

The last output takes the video feed, turns it into a super lo-res image in which every pixel becomes a geometric shape, and overlays those "pixels" with another geometric shape that is determined by the sound input. At first, it is hard to see that it is actually video--it seems like a gridlike, constantly-changing abstract pattern. But after a while, you realize that the motions you see look like people walking across the room.

This photograph  shows one other way that viewers can provide input--the lowest-tech way of all. They can cast shadows on the screens.

Input/Output evokes several reponses. One thinks of surveillance, for example. There is a notion of technological history, using analog and digital technology in one object. What I experienced most powerfully is the post-modern idea that art should not be separated from life. Thomas McEvilley has written that in Western art, there has been a long separation of art from the cognitive and the ethical--that the aesthetic was a completely separate category. This separation was carved in stone, so to speak, by Kant. While in a practical, lived sense, this separation has never been absolute--after all, French viewers of The Oath of the Horatii in 1784 saw more than an arrangement of colors and lines; they also saw a powerful piece of propaganda, but one that could be read in different ways by different viewers in relation to their own lives.

That said, the autonomy of an artwork--its existence and meaning regardless of who (if anyone) was viewing it, was something taken for granted. Modernism was propelled in that direction. Hence the neutral white box for displaying art. Hence the banishment of subject matter. Postmodernist art attempts by various means to rebridge that chasm between the aesthetic and life. One obvious way to do so is to involve the "viewer" is the creation of the work. The viewer of Input/Output is not a passive receptacle of visual or sound information. She is as involved with the creation of the visuals and sound as the artists are. Likewise the artists dive into life by involving engineering (and engineers) in the creation of the piece. This breaks down the distinction of who is and who isn't an artist.



Left to right: Patrick Renner, Johnny Di Blasi, Eric Todd, Sam Singh and Stephen Kraig

Each of the members of Exurb brings a different skill-set and point of view. Patrick Renner is a sculptor (whose work is all over Houston right now--some of it is visible at Williams Tower through July 20, and some downtown at the Blaffer Gallery's Window in Houston space.) Eric Todd gives this self-description: "I personally dabble in a little bit of everything. I got a BFA from UH in Theater and Creative Writing in 2007, have had a few installation pieces of my own in the past (two at Lawndale in the last few years), run a recording studio, am a regular contributor at red94.net (the Houston Rockets ESPN affiliate), am a staff editor at Nano Fiction Magazine (nanofiction.org), write a poetry blog that I don't keep up with as much as I should (giddyox.net), and am (though I think all of us would object to any of our number claiming such a title) the sort of de facto foreman of Exurb." Johnny DiBlassi is a multi-media artist. Sam Singh is a software engineer (and describes himself on Twitter as an "engineer, philanthropist, writer, and self-proclaimed tech aficionado"). Stephen Kraig is an electrical engineer whose day job involves designing vibration sensors for industrial motors but who has a side business building guitar amps. This team strikes me as very corporate in the best sense of the word. Renner and Todd conceived the project, and Todd acted as team leader, but the team is collectively responsible for creating the work. When you think of artists like Matthew Barney or Jeff Koons or other artists whose work is the result of many people's labor, you see a tendency to ascribe credit to a sole auteur. Input/Output could not have been made without the contribution of each member of Exurb, and credit goes to each member.

Input/Output is installed at The Joanna and can be seen and heard through July 16.


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Saturday, August 30, 2014

The Best of Pan: Green Blob saves Cello Fury from Naked Tutus (NSFW)

[Dean Liscum had been blogging for Pan for a while when he wrote this post. He had even started blogging about performance.  But his humorous appraisal of this anarchic show seemed to prefigure his later writing on performance art in Houston. He was an eager participant, willing to allow himself to be moved by what he was seeing and experiencing, but also willing to have a laugh. Dean's performance posts have been some of the most popular in the history of the blog--possibly because of all the nudity in them, but I hope all those people searching for naked performance artists took the time to read Dean's great writing.]

Dean Liscum

In the dead center of summer in Houston, Tuesday's are dead. Monday's are even more livelier because it's industry night and you can buy drinks for you favorite bartender and s/he can remind you what a lousy tipper you are and how lame your game looks to the rest of the bar.

In the art world, they're even deader. So, when one of the members of Continuum forwarded a FB invite to Southmorehouse's event Naked Tu-Tu Tuesday #27. I glanced over the invite (excerpted below), reviewed my desolate social calendar, and clicked Join.
This is a ballet themed NT so bring your naked self and your Tutus to Notsuoh on Tuesday July 31st for an evening of ballet, music, and audience participatory performance art featuring Cello Fury from Pittsburg, PA (that does not mean "Prince Albert", folks) and Continuum, a local Houston performance art troupe (who will also lead a movement workshop).
To get such a sweet spot we have already volunteered to do an exhibitionist improv and definitely goofy dance routine while they play. Just kidding - maybe...
The phrase that caught my attention (and inspired my attendance) was "audience participatory performance art featuring Cello Fury." What the hell, I thought. I like Cello Fury's music, and even though I've never participated in a performance art piece before, I figured that I could undulate to the rhythm in a way that would make my white boy ancestors proud or at least play the equivalent of a performance art landscape prop.

I also discounted the theme spelled out in the title due to three facts:
  1. The invitation included the following disclaimer: "...There will be lots of people wearing clothes. Please, no pressure on them. The idea of NT is to make everyone comfortable with whatever their choice of attire."
  2. Although we're not technically in the Bible Belt, we are below it. Even though the dirty south may be on the down low, we don't admit those kind of things or show them in public.
  3. And finally, I took the line "PA (that does not mean 'Prince Albert'...), as an implicit guarantee that come what may, I wouldn't have my frenulum staple-gunned to my thigh. (At a place like Notsuoh, it's a good guarantee to have.)
Tuesday arrived and so did I. The show was on the second floor of Notsouh. I opened the door and raced up the stairs into a re-enactment of Marina Abramović and Ulay's Imponderabilia by two Continuum members. The performance art piece involved a naked (except for a stocking cap) male and a naked female on opposite sides of an entrance. Anyone who wanted to pass through the threshold had to walk between the two naked figures. Because of their presence, the entrant had to turn sideways and face (and come in contact with) either the naked male or the naked female.



Members of Continuum re-enacting "Imponderabilia"

This performance greeted everyone who showed up to the audience participation training. I was perplexed by the choice before. I was also fully aware of the political-social-sexual implications that I was forced to ponder. So rather than make a decision, I made multiple decisions and passed between the performers sometimes facing the male, sometimes facing the female until, like a over indulgent child at a free carnival ride, I was asked to let someone else take a turn.



I was mostly worried about stepping on their toes with my boots.


I could have ridden that ride all night but someone threatened to get out the staple gun.

On the second floor, it was a pretty sparse crowd. Maybe 20 people, half of them naked Southmorehouse regulars wearing more smiles than tutus.

The remnants of the first performance was being cleaned up. It featured Christine Cook fully experiencing her cake and ending in what any foodie (or your id) would enviously label a "foodgasm."



Have your cake and wear it too (photo copied from southmorehouse FaceBook page)


photo by Hilary Scullane

Next on the agenda, Continuum members, Sway Youngston and Jonatan Lopez re-enacted another Abramovic\Ulay performance piece, Light/Dark. This work started with the two artists sitting cross-legged across from each other staring into each other's eyes.



boy sees girl Abramovic-style

They then took turns slapping each other, tit-for-tat or rather whap! for wham! as the blows resonated in the space.


slap and ...


(tongue) tickle

The exchange evolved or devolved into a wrestling embrace. Both performers remained seated, but managed to lock arms and hold-grapple-pull-twist each other climaxing in an embrace-kiss. For the denouement, they then re-established the separation and the slapping until the piece simply ended.


Continuum members varying interpretations of the naked tutu

After pondering that painful performance (a metaphor for relationships? romantic love? the life of an artist? Continuum dues?), the audience drank beer, took photos, and lamented the fact that Texas has 367 miles of coastline and one clothing optional beach, which is Hippie Hollow in Austin. (At this gathering, I observed that naked people talk about being naked and nakedness issues as opposed to the geopolitics such as the war in Syria or the economic crisis in Spain.)


Rosario and Rosalinda plead with artistically inept

Around 9 p.m. instructions for BalletSutra began. I was excited. After all, this piece inspired me to show. Not because it was entirely new (Lopez had previously performed YogaSutra), but because it aspired to make the inartistic (namely the inartistic me), artistic. I figured if they could turn me into a performance artist, who knows what other transformative powers their art might possess.



The piece began with an introduction of our teachers, Rosario and Rosalinda, who apparently hailed from some undisclosed latin american country or a Jorge Luis Borge short story. Rosario explained that we would perform this sutra in front of the band Cello Fury as they played one of their sets. Rosalinda explained that the philosophy of BalletSutra involves a "dominate" and a "submissive," which seemed a more accurate description than just having a lead and a whatever that other person is.



The R's then walked the participants through the 5 movements of BalletSutra. There was twirling, flapping, kneeling, and something like a pirouette. It felt like a cross between tango, two-step, and ballet, but mainly it was slow and deliberate and the intentionality gave it gravitas. We performed the 5 movements until it appeared that either we had mastered it or that if nothing else we were more likely to injury ourselves on an out-of-control spin than a member of Cello Fury.



Beware: BalletSutra in progress

Our instructors congratulated and dismissed us. Then we waited for the band and their fans to arrive. Neither of whom knew that a group of naked tutu-ists, newly schooled in the art of BalletSutra and eager to show off our mad skills, was awaiting them.

They arrived and their presence inspired some to frolic frenetically on stage and ...



all around it. The roadies looked a little flustered. Cello Fury's fans did some jaw dropping, but the stayed and everyone settled in. The opening act started playing and everyone relaxed...or at least relaxed as much as they could if you were at a family gathering and uncle Leo refused to put his pants on.



Then Cello Fury took the stage and began to play. BalletSutra did not commence. Turns out that Notsuoh's upstairs stage is not quite as big as the members of Continuum thought. So out of safety concerns and\or in deference to Cello Fury (who wasn't warned of\invited to\ approved of, or collaborate in the whole BalletSutra thang), Continuum called off the performance leaving several of its supporters dressed in tutus, primed for dominance and/or submission, and without an expressive or creative outlet for their 5 new dance moves.



So Cello Fury jammed on (in a similar fashion to the video but this is not the performance), encouraging audience members to dance, and some did. But, no one BalletSutra'd as they boogied.



Meanwhile, 4 members of Continuum regrouped in a space next to the crowd and performed the "Green Blob." This performance consisted of a constantly moving, changing amorphous mass of green humanity.



Faces, feet, hands, and haunches protruded and then receded from the giant green organism as it slithered, shivered, and undulated across the floor. I was mesmerized as my mind tried to identify the creative anatomies that were limned in green. How could a thumb-nose-hip be in that configuration? And before I could puzzle out the pose another emerged.



The piece lasted for several minutes until the exhausted members emerged to applause. The consensus among those who'd seen it performed at the Texas Contemporary Art Fair and Bar Boheme during Continuum's turn at Cultured Cocktails was that this performance was a 'great' Green Blob.



Continuum members and their supporters. What you looking at Willis?

I left the evening tutu'd, artistically un-transformed, but better for the experience.


Sunday, November 20, 2016

Zinefest

by Robert Boyd

Zinefest made a move from the Museum of Printing History to Lawndale Art Center this year. The reason apparently was that the Museum of Printing History had a fire and is still being repaired. But I like Lawndale better as a venue--the Museum of Printing History is cramped and confusingly laid out. Lawndale was much more open. The downside is that Lawndale had an exhibit up and the tables and art had to somehow co-exist. In some ways that was cool--there was a big fun sculpture by JooYoung Choi in the middle of the big ground-floor room which added a nice visual focus. Here's what the sculpture looked like before it was surrounded by zinesters tabling:


JooYoung Choi, Freedom From Madness

I tabled at Zinefest this year. I haven't tabled a convention in years and years. I had to remember Chris Oarr's dictum, "Sittin' ain't sellin'." But I'm old now and standing all day is tough on my feet! And hardly anyone else is standing. But to me it's easier to make contact with people if I'm standing--if we're roughly face to face. I can say "hi" and that is an invitation to them stop and browse.

I had three items--EXU #1, the art magazine I published last year; It's All True by Scott Gilbert, the collection that Gilbert self-published in 1995 (!); HTX Artist Cookbook, an interview zine put together by the Civic TV Collective. The HTX Artist Cookbook was free so they went pretty quick. But I had to explain to many, many people that it wasn't an actual cookbook. There are no recipes in the HTX Artist Cookbook--it's a collection of interviews with Houston artists talking about how they do their work.


My table

Ironically, JooYoung Choi is a contributor to Exu. Even more ironically, her contribution featured some of the same characters she displayed in her sculpture above. She is part of the generation of artists who grew up with video games and cartoons who like to create characters that then get reused in their work. Her piece in Exu was called The Daily Veritas and the original is a large (6' high, I'm guessing) painting.


JooYoung Choi, The Daily Veritas in Exu

I like the Steve Ditko/Dr. Strange vibe of this work (the painting and the sculpture).

The main reason I was at the show was that I was giving a talk about the career of Houston cartoonist Scott Gilbert that afternoon. This was done partly to promote Gilbert's upcoming retrospective, which I am curating. In exchange, Zinefest paid me 75 smackers and comped me the table.  (The tables at zinefest are incredibly cheap. Zine publishers who can get to Houston should make a point of exhibiting at this show.)


Nathaniel Donnett (left) and Dean Liscum (right)

Among the visitors to the booth were artist (and Exu contributor) Nathaniel Donnett and long-time Great God Pan and Exu contributor Dean Liscum. In the photo above, Dean was showing Nathaniel where he got shot in the face (!) on Halloween.


Inés Estrada reads HTX Artist Cookbook at my booth

Directly across from me was Inés Estrada, a great cartoonist who also had some art in Exu. She is from Mexico City but lives in San Antonio now. I highly recommend her book Impatience, a collection of short stories. I bought a "new" graphic novel by her called Lapsos (Estrada actually completed it in 2014, but this edition, published in Spain, is new). She does something in both these books that I have never seen elsewhere--she publishes them with subtitles. Usually when comics are translated, new words are lettered into the word balloons and captions. This is always a compromise, because the translation has to be almost the exact same length as the original text or else it looks wrong. It's especially awkward with translations from Japanese, since Japanese text has a completely different orientation than Western languages--up and down instead of side to side. Subtitles comes with their own problems, but it works well with Estrada's work.


Inés Estrada, Lapsos cover


The Alabama Song table. Left to right: Rachel Cook (curator at DiverseWorks), Gabriel Martinez, Regina Agu

I didn't get to visit all the tables because I was anchored to my table. I did make a couple of rounds. This was the Alabama Song's table. Alabama Song is an alternative art space run by Gabriel Martinez and Regina Agu. They are an unusually comics-friendly art institution, I think partly because Gabriel makes his own minicomics. They have twice sponsored Comix Gauntlet, where several cartoonists each draw a comic story in one day at Alabama Song, then the art is taken to copy.com and printed into a zine. It's a little like the 24-hour comic challenge but it takes about 8 hours. But they also do poetry readings, lectures, classes, musical events and visual art exhibits. I gave a lecture there once called Comixploitation!


Gabriel Martinez, Soledad (cover)

At the Alabama Song table, I picked up Soledad, a science fiction comic by Martinez. It's kind of a paranoid thriller where the main character, Tomás, who works on a spaceship that acts as kind of a warehouse for ships carrying cargo. He receives a transmission about how he is receiving a cargo that includes the body of a politician who may or may not have been assassinated. The body may contain evidence of malfeasance. It's hard to tell if this is a continuing story or if it's just a fairly oblique self-contained story.


Gabriel Martinez, Soledad pp. 14-15


Sarah Welch and Gabriel Martinez

Sarah Welch is a Houston cartoonist who was one of the administrators of Zinefest. (She also contributed to Exu #1.) She and her partner had a table which she attended when her official duties would permit. I first became aware of her work at Zinefest three years ago when I bought the first volume of her series Endless Monsoon. I bought the two most recent issues of that series, Only Humid and Very Pleasant Transit Center.


Sarah Welch, Only Humid cover


Sarah Welch, Only Humid pp. 12-13


Sarah Welch, Very Pleasant Transit Center cover

The comics focus on two young women navigating life in Houston (hence the title). The comics are realistic and atmospheric. They aren't super-plot-heavy, but there is an overall story arc. A lot of what they deal with is the character's living situation. Her art is fairly naturalistic, and she prints with a risograph, which permits her to add a small number of spot colors (green and sometimes brown).

Welch is a resident artist at Lawndale and a few days ago, she gave a studio tour and was asked by the artist studio program director Lily Cox-Richard about the political content of her work. Welch was a little uncomfortable with that question. Understandably, in my opinion. Her work isn't very political--it's much more personal. It deals with the quotidian. Anything political is at most implied.


Katie Mulholland and Sarah Welch, Brackish pp 27-28.

In addition to the issues of Endless Monsoon, I also bought Brackish, a collaborative artzine that Welch did artist Katie Mulholland. It is a collection of drawings depicting Houston and vicinity (real and imagined). In the image above, the drawings on the left are by Katie Mulholland and the right is by Welch. I was surprised by this because I know Mulholland an an abstract painter--it was really intriguing to see her drawings of real things.


Laidric Stevenson

Laidric Stevenson is a photographer from Dallas who produces a beautiful photo zine with Janna Añonuevo Langholz called Meeting New People Isn't The Easiest Thing.


Meeting New people Isn't the Easiest Thing cover


spread from Meeting New People Isn't the Easiest Thing

Meeting New people Isn't the Easiest Thing features full-page square photos. The photos are printed full-bleed. The photographers aren't credited, but on their website, they describe the work as a "photo conversation between Laidric Stevenson and Janna Añonuevo Langholz." This suggests that maybe each two-page spread contains one photo by each photographer. But I don't know. Some of the photos are beautiful and a few are exciting, but mainly they are quite deadpan. The subjects are not necessarily exciting. But the presentation and selection are fantastic--Meeting New people Isn't the Easiest Thing might be my favorite zine from the festival.


Peachfuzz booth

Peachfuzz is a feminist fuckbook. I like the concept both because I like naked ladies and because it seems so deliberately archaic. I mean, who reads nudey magazines anymore? Are they even still published? I picked up a copy in Austin last year. I liked their tshirts:


Peachfuzz tshirts


Ashley Robin Franklin and her booth

Ashley Robin Franklin is an artist from Austin. I picked up her journal zine Soggy Pizza which is fantastic. Essentially she publishes pages from her journal which combine handwritten text and drawing. Now usually people's sketchbooks have a limited interest--you have to be really into an artist to want to see her practicing and trying things out. And few really combine text in an interesting way. But there are obvious exceptions. Robert Crumb's sketchbooks really come across as diaries. Ditto with Franklin. She combines a variety of media (pen and ink, watercolor, pencil, collage, etc.).


Ashley Robin Franklin, Soggy Pizza cover


Ashley Robin Franklin, Soggy Pizza pp. 8 + 9

She is a really good cartoonist which is why I think Soggy Pizza works. It's not a comic, but she combines image and text in a very natural and effective way. Her journal is very self-critical, which is a common trait of cartoonists I have known. She beats up on herself for not drawing a new comic, but Soggy Pizza is a good substitute.


"El Fury" at the Bastard Comics table

The publisher is called Bastard Comics, but I have no idea what this cartoonist's real name is. Online she goes by the name "El Fury." She doesn't quite look tough enough to be an "El Fury," but I don't really know. Anyway, I picked up her sleek, full-color comic The Ubiquitous Stan Lee in . . . "The Final Cameo".


El Fury, The Ubiquitous Stan Lee in . . . "The Final Cameo" cover

The comic has the main character, a young woman who looks a little like El Fury, who keeps noticing Stan Lee cameos--first in Marvel movies, but later in video games and on news radio reports, and finally in her car and in her house. It has a twist ending (although an easy twist to guess); I won't reveal it. The art is very stylized and polished, and the predominate color is purple. The comic has glossy spill-proof pages. And it made me laugh--what else can you ask for from a comic?


Ben Snakepit at Snakepit Comics


Ben Snakepit, Manor Threat cover

Ben Snakepit is a prolific cartoonist who draws a daily diary strip. Manor Threat collect three years of them. The title refers to Manor, TX, a town outside of Austin. Pronounced MAY-nor.

His drawing is primitive but functional. But the strips are kind of boring. It's hard to do a daily diary strip and keep it interesting because one day is more or less like the previous one. Snakepit makes no particular effort to make one strip different from another--he shows himself going to work, exercising, watching TV with his wife, eating, etc., over and over. He depicts himself playing video games by drawing himself as a giant turd, which is kind of funny the first couple of times he uses that image. But after a while, so what?

I'd have to contrast these comics with American Elf, the long-running diary comic by James Kochalka. Kochalka made an effort to make his strips vary from day to day. Part of how he did this was to focus on one tiny episode from the day--a stray bit of conversation, or a chance encounter. With Snakepit, it only gets interesting when something out of the ordinary happens, like getting a report from Planned Parenthood about his low sperm count or going to a comic convention.


Ben Snakepit, panel from Manor Threat

Such as this panel from a day at SHAPE, an Austin alternative comics festival. I liked it because it depicted how I felt after a day at Zinefest. There was an after party at Gallery Homeland, but I was just too wiped to attend.