Driving into the city. Deco building in Chinatown. The plaque on my old dorm; long ago, I took a comic book illustration class at the AA. Micron, staring down the ghost of the aged radiator. Cognac by the fire with my beautiful mother. French breakfast with Cameo at Boulette’s Larder. Pretty chairs at the De Young museum. We went to see the Nuriev exhibit. Driving to Half Moon Bay. My rubber boots make me invincible. Black sand. Japanese Tea Garden. …
Spring, San Francisco, sausages. Or wurst, to be exact. These things need to come together in my life more often. Also: hot pink pickled, deviled eggs? Need you. Love you. Miss you.
I’m in the process of releasing several exciting new merch items into the world, dyeing my hair, planning my trip to Italy and France next week [oh god], and scrambling to catch up on a month worth of work. Still, I’m intent on updating more. First up, a few outtakes from our trip to WonderCon, in San Francisco. I have a couple of related galleries coming to Chinashop sometime next week, as well. Somewhere between LA and SF, nestled in …