Just finished your archives. Much there of personal import. I am unsure whether to praise or curse you, but I _could not_ stop reading. As above said: you capture things.
Gosh darn this comic touches me in places I forgot exist. Your exquisite visual art and writing style make me melt inside. I re-read these late at night to give me dreams in color. Thank you.
I both love and loath your comics. The depictions of these places, people and situations are amazing. For me to put how I feel about your comic into words would be imposable for me because I don’t know the words to describe them or the words have never existed to begin with. Thank you for helping me waste away a morning that I would have spent doing something far less thought provoking if I hadn’t stumbled upon this site.
Impressive as always. There’s something in the schedule; knowing full well, that the comic isn’t regular at all, I open the website rarely, only to find a new entry waiting for me. And it’s always worth the wait. Again, please don’t stop.
I just read all of your comics over the course of two days (sick with a cold) and I must say they touched me, like very few other things have. Yours is a quiet beauty, and you manage to express the true nature of people, of things, of ideas with a simplicity and clarity that astounds me. You have a special gift: use it well. And for the record, I’ve also read quite a few of the “A Lesson is Learned Strips,” and found them much less interesting than most of your work. Looking forward to more!
Still lurking around your comix. I just landed here on a stumble upon – button pushing – time wasting Friday. Just out of nowhere, really.
Your work strikes me as well illustrated poetry. It’s not here to bemuse. It seems to shine a dollar store flashlight into scenes that could be anyone’s.
I see what you have done here, and I like it. Very thoughtful.
every day i check back to see if you’ve added a new strip. you haven’t. but then i lose myself in the world of the ones you have already created and find myself patient again.
Look at all these comments … these are not typical internet comments! Your work has a palpable glow of thoughtfulness and careful passion; such that we are confronted with a need to express our own responses, and we are humbled yet encouraged in that expression.
You are a hero, for you have inspired eloquence in your readers.
I bet you could make a meta-comic incorporating all these comments….
At the risk of granting a back-handed compliment , your work is shockingly better than it first appears….
like walking into a kiddie pool, and being instantly pulled out to sea in a rip-tide.
………I swim back and see,
not a kiddie pool: but a wading pool for lost literary souls
with a few moments to reflect, collect, respite then eject
( hey , I’m not ready to lea-whoosh )
its only flaw is our loneliness,
staring out at the screen,
staring back at the past,
hoping for a return
you capture things.
You do. Perfect ending, as always.
This is lovely.
Just finished your archives. Much there of personal import. I am unsure whether to praise or curse you, but I _could not_ stop reading. As above said: you capture things.
Gosh darn this comic touches me in places I forgot exist. Your exquisite visual art and writing style make me melt inside. I re-read these late at night to give me dreams in color. Thank you.
I both love and loath your comics. The depictions of these places, people and situations are amazing. For me to put how I feel about your comic into words would be imposable for me because I don’t know the words to describe them or the words have never existed to begin with. Thank you for helping me waste away a morning that I would have spent doing something far less thought provoking if I hadn’t stumbled upon this site.
Impressive as always. There’s something in the schedule; knowing full well, that the comic isn’t regular at all, I open the website rarely, only to find a new entry waiting for me. And it’s always worth the wait. Again, please don’t stop.
Reading these feels like talking
to an artist (girl) I once knew.
They remind me that some people,
unlike me,
can touch their reality
with paper that has no squares.
Thanks to creatures like you and her,
the lines sometimes fade.
(PS. Do not be sorry. The squares are beautiful.)
I just read all of your comics over the course of two days (sick with a cold) and I must say they touched me, like very few other things have. Yours is a quiet beauty, and you manage to express the true nature of people, of things, of ideas with a simplicity and clarity that astounds me. You have a special gift: use it well. And for the record, I’ve also read quite a few of the “A Lesson is Learned Strips,” and found them much less interesting than most of your work. Looking forward to more!
This is certainly one of or the best webcimic Ive seen latelly. Congratulations.
Still lurking around your comix. I just landed here on a stumble upon – button pushing – time wasting Friday. Just out of nowhere, really.
Your work strikes me as well illustrated poetry. It’s not here to bemuse. It seems to shine a dollar store flashlight into scenes that could be anyone’s.
I see what you have done here, and I like it. Very thoughtful.
The last thing lou reed lyrics are is meaning ful lol
This art and writing captures life so beautiful in its imperfection. I am an instant fan.
I look forward to your next post.
i love this.
every day i check back to see if you’ve added a new strip. you haven’t. but then i lose myself in the world of the ones you have already created and find myself patient again.
Look at all these comments … these are not typical internet comments! Your work has a palpable glow of thoughtfulness and careful passion; such that we are confronted with a need to express our own responses, and we are humbled yet encouraged in that expression.
You are a hero, for you have inspired eloquence in your readers.
I bet you could make a meta-comic incorporating all these comments….
At the risk of granting a back-handed compliment , your work is shockingly better than it first appears….
like walking into a kiddie pool, and being instantly pulled out to sea in a rip-tide.
………I swim back and see,
not a kiddie pool: but a wading pool for lost literary souls
with a few moments to reflect, collect, respite then eject
( hey , I’m not ready to lea-whoosh )
its only flaw is our loneliness,
staring out at the screen,
staring back at the past,
hoping for a return
Lovely readers and friends: just wanted to let you know that I’m right here, watching this thread of comments grow, smiling a complicity smile.