Thursday, June 16, 2011

Special Announcement: WUTHERING HEIGHTS

I am now ready—and quite pleased—to announce that I will have a graphic excerpt of Emily Brontë's WUTHERING HEIGHTS in Seven Stories Press' anthology THE GRAPHIC CANON.

Fish-philes will remember I pitched this to Marvel—without success—for their classics line. Though disappointed, that pitch lead to both the Iron Man and Northstar stories published in 2010 (for those who don't remember, read the post by clicking the tag).

Enter Seven Stories, Googling around for the novel, and saw my post announcing my disappointment. One thing leads to another, and I have signed a contract to produce a short excerpt of the story in graphic novel form.


And that's an understatement. It's one of my favorite books. I can't wait to get going on it.

Now that my kitchen project is completed (Phase I, anyhow), I can get myself into the proper headspace to work on it. First, I will finish up another Arché-Lady shortie to get back "in shape" drawing. It's been a few weeks putting inks on the page, and I am rusty. No wonder why some artists who don't draw for months or years at a time get frustrated!

Anyhow, yay!

Sunday, June 5, 2011

You are invited!

TIM FISH(Cavalcade of Boys)

ONE SHOW: Between Straight Lines.

The Brickbottom Gallery features the art from 5 queer artists exploring LGBT themes in comics from June 2-25. End your Boston Pride weekend by stopping by the gallery NEXT SUNDAY, JUNE 12!

Wine. Snacks. Art. And, lots of free parking.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Ode to spring: tow me, jack me

For months and years, Piotr and I discussed hiking up Mt. Cardigan. It's located close to my hometown, and I would hike it often as a lad. Home from university during summers, I'd hike up 2-3 times a week before work. It's a nice half day hike.

Since he was in town for his PhD graduation from Harvard Divinity, we carved out time to finally go. The morning of our adventure, I was to pick him up, and we would proceed on to NH.

About 2/3 the way to his place, I thought, "why is my car riding funny?" and then, "what's that odor?" Fish-philes know I do not have an acute sense of smell, so will not be surprised I didn't recognize it as "burning rubber." Parking at his place, I saw I had a flat tire.

Piotr called AAA, and who shows up, but this wiry but muscled late-20s tow boy. He really had to work to get my tire off, and his black undies were cheerfully exposed by his baggy jeans.

It sure took the edge off the misfortune.

We couldn't go hiking due to the timing, but we managed to go on Monday. It took several days to get a new tire, as well, since my car is so old, they no longer make the tire for it. So they had to hunt one down. Sigh.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Ode to spring: anyone up for Mickey D's?—let me grab my leatherette hot-pants

I was headed to the Shaw's grocery store, when a remarkable sight caught my eye. So remarkable that I had to change direction and head into the neighboring McDonald's to confirm what I thought I'd seen.

There she was, in line, rifling through her giant purse. Crazy top, brown leatherette hot-pants, black undies hanging out the pants' leg-holes. Over-sized boots...they looked like winter boots actually.

I actually had to take a photo for reference. What I didn't even see in real time, but in the photo, was the woman in front of her in line. She was tall, thin, wearing spandex pants, and a green bikini top. She had the build for it, but I was still shocked at what the patronage of McDonald's looks like today.

Though I really haven't been into McDonald's more than maybe thrice after I worked there for a summer when I was 16. Yes, my first job was working the quarter pounder grill. Eight with eight on the turn. If you know what I mean, I feel sorry for you, too.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Ode to spring: pretty girls in unexpected places

Not highly unusual or anything...just unexpected.

My dad recently had shoulder surgery, so I've been up north a bit lately, after my trip to Montreal.

One trip home, there was this totally pretty indie chick working the toll booth. The NH toll takers are generally pretty friendly...but let's just say to find a knock-out is an anomoly. Ok, ok, she wasn't a knock-out, but she looked pretty cool, the type of gal I wish would be my friend.

A few days later, I saw a girl on a bicycle, casually commuting along. Not in cargo shorts or biking spandex, but her snug jeans and polka-dot top. She had a very "Amsterdam" air about her...her pace, her look, and all while bicycling. She was pedaling at a very modest pace...but as I had hurt my back the day before, I didn't have the giddy-up to pass her, hence the detailed observations.

Since I stopped taking the subway and started biking exclusively to work, I observe so fewer people. I kinda miss it.