Perfect style. Can’t believe they got Tien for GQ… sick
It’s common, even amongst well-meaning people. I’ve been seeing a lot of (white) friends/randos/whoever analyze the black condition lately, and there’s often this weird tinge, like they’re looking at captured creatures. (Which you could make a case for, but I’m not flowery enough to pull that off.) A lot of “I could never understand the burden, it must be so tough to go on living,” like. (You can understand it, and it’s not tough. I can’t eat pound cake or listen to Trina when I’m dead. It ain’t a fair trade, but we take what we can get.)
But it all comes back to the same thing: the stories we tell about black people are often about black trauma, and because those stories are dominant, they become the norm, not part of a whole. It’s slavery, whips & chains (in the slave and/or rapper sense), black-on-black crime, cop-on-black crime, etc etc. So people think that, in order for fictional black experiences to be correct or believable, they have to tick those boxes. It’s why black comics characters used to have to occasionally encounter racism or lady heroes kick some dude in the nuts after being catcalled/demeaned. And it’s like, yeah, that stuff happens, but it ain’t all that happens. I’ve got some personal stuff going on that’s tearing me up, but I still spend a lot of time eating gummy Life Savers, watching Seinfeld on DVD, and thinking about Lupin III.
It would be like if somebody read a comic and was just SHOCKED that the white guys in it didn’t go out of their way to…white people stereotypes are kinda crappy and not funny, mainly because they’re pretty toothless, but I guess playing an acoustic guitar at a party or driving Camaros or something. That does happen, but I imagine white dudes also spend time doing things normal people do, too.
Twitter/Tumblr/social media in general I think go a long way toward normalizing black life for people, I think/hope/pray, but we gotta keep on telling better stories until this kinda thing is left behind, ‘cause we’re up against 400 years of inertia
Tybalt drawing from Ronald Wimberlys Prince of Cats. A comics master class of a book. And some of the best sword fights in comics.
I was asked in an interview once: You’re writing another book with a female lead? Aren’t you afraid you’re going to be pigeonholed? And I thought, I write a team superhero book, an uplifting solo hero book, I write a horror-western, and I write a ghost story. What am I gonna be pigeonholed as?
Has a man in the history of men ever been asked if he was going to be pigeonholed because he wrote two consecutive books with male leads? Half of the population is women. I lose my temper here. And it’s certainly not at you. It’s just this pervasive notion that “white male” is the default. And you have to justify any variation from it.
|—||Kelly-Sue stating the fucking obvious to anyone who actually pays attention and being no less inspiring for it. Hero. (via kierongillen)|
All the food friends together! (Rendered pixelly to cut down the file size)
“Oh yeah,” Walter agreed. “That still happens occasionally. It’s like, ‘Oh my god, nothing I’m drawing looks any good anymore. My life is over as an artist.’ And what I realized, because I was an editor at the time, and had seen a lot of work go past me, was that when you hit this phase where suddenly your stuff, which looks just like it did yesterday, doesn’t look good to you anymore, it’s because your mind has made a leap. Your brain has gotten farther than your hand has learned to do it yet. But eventually, give it a few weeks, keep it up and you’ve made a leap in your own craft. That was a big help because it was so depressing when you realize you couldn’t draw anymore.
The Slav Epic, Alfons Mucha
Bucketlist. Plenty of close ups, but I think it’s great to feel the scale of these paintings, there are many many more I do believe…