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The Black Dog and the Hole at the Heart of the World, pt 1

Posted in Comics Pages, existential, hipster, romance, tbdathathotw, Unsettling with tags , , , , , , , , , on 14 February, 13 by cantocomics

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Before which the days slipped away

Posted in Sketch, Unsettling with tags , , , , , , , on 27 February, 12 by cantocomics

…unnoticed, like the pages of a Dean Koontz novel or a stack of $1 bills.
I’ve been off the internet for a minute or two, but I’ve been busting my hump working full time, trying to fulfill some commissions (more on these as they are completed) and participating in Paul and Lena’s Drawn-Out Storytelling a couple of weeks ago, the images for which I shall share with you below.

I was tasked with illustrating a harrowing tale of post-graduate rootlessness by a gentleman named Eric Feldman, whose work I would link you to were I able to find any of it on the internet. Mr. Feldman uprooted himself from an unrewarding desk job at a legal firm in order to brave the stares, tepid water, mosquitoes, and urine-soaked rats of the Sri Lankan wilderness. Makes for good drawin’, let me tell ya. Check the alt text for jokes.

I’d have colored these if I’d had the time, but dang, ya’ll, a full time job ain’t no joke. I WILL, however, be back again soon. There’s new stuff up on the tumblr all the time, though, so if you need a base hit of Canto to stop the trembling and get the bugs out of your skin,you know where to point your peepers.

Observed: Lebanon,NH; Work business

Posted in As if you cared, Sketch, Uncategorized, Unsettling with tags , , , , , , , , on 1 September, 11 by cantocomics

A woman walking a child on a leash:

The leash looked like a stuffed animal, which was perplexing for a variety of reasons. Did the manufacturers of this product  want to  lull the child into forgetting the fact that it’s being treated like a pet?  Ease the eventual emotional trauma with soft fuzzy embraces?

Also, while I was working at my day job (housekeeping for a local installment of a national chain hotel), my supervisor found this note:

My supervisor asked me to draw part of this, so I did:

Putting my MFA to good use, to be sure.

There are literally 13 days until I move back to Texas. I aims to update this here blogamajig  at least  two more times before that happens. Here’s hoping I can actually manage that.

Some Old Bullsh*t: “CREAM 3: Spheres”

Posted in CCS, Comics Pages, Unsettling with tags , , , , , , , , , on 26 July, 11 by cantocomics

I’ve been a bit creatively stalled the past month (also, incredibly lazy–hence the lack of updates.). Sorry, dudes, it happens to the best of us. But, in order to assuage the roaring guilt that has been stalking the back of my mind this July, I present to you CREAM 3: SPHERES, a comic whose physical incarnation has a stenciled cardboard cover. You may have bought one from me at a con. Or maybe not. Anyway, I’m not printing any more of them because they’re a tremendous pain in the ass, so those of you who don’t have print copies get to read it for free!
Here you go!

So yeah, there you go. There’s a lot of stuff that’s imperfect about this, but it’s probably my favorite piece from my first year at CCS. The assignment was to adapt one of Aesop’s fables into comic form. I picked one, sat and thought about it probably too long and in the wrong way, and ended up with the above monstrosity. I hope you liked it, I guess.

Also, people who came here searching for “Horse Genitalia” and “www.enemahospital.c0m,” I certainly hope this wasn’t too disappointing and that you eventually find what seek.

HORNS UP, NH!; Zé do Caixão

Posted in As if you cared, Diary, Sketch, Sound, Unsettling with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 26 June, 11 by cantocomics

Friday night, Jess took me to a show in Newport, NH, at which there was much moshing, metal, and mayhem. Some really great local metal bands played: TEETH, Rumors of Betrayal, Ballast, Twisted Legacy, Wake the Sleeping, etc.

I’m an almost complete newbie to metal. I was scared of it till recently, okay?

The covers of the records have death and stuff on them and a lot of the vocals sound like a low blood sugar Cookie Monster. This shouldn’t have made much of a difference to me–my favorite band sounds more or less like a bunch of Germans having a pipe fight in a sheet metal factory*–but a difference was made nonetheless. So this was my first ‘real’ metal show, aside from having seen Meatsaw play in Manchester not too long ago.

Consider me a convert, dudes.

There was such great energy in that little club that my drawing style changed from the normal curve-and-hatch approach (seen in the pics above) to this angular, energetic, cartoony approach which I guess has more in common with Jesse Mead’s stuff than anything I normally do.

I kinda like it.

More on the show so that I can place the rest of the images without resorting to creating a slideshow: Jess and a few of her friends noted that the crowd had really changed in the past year or so. Upon hearing this, I looked around and saw that there were dozens of high school or middle school-aged kids throwing ‘bows and jumping around like most of the other patrons. What does this say about the youth of today?  That they are unsatisfied by the overproduced pop confections offered them by mainstream media? That they have deep seated angst and antisocial tendencies? That they like double-kick drums? WHO KNOWS WHAT LURKS IN THE HEART OF THE AMERICAN TEENAGER?

I kept mostly to the back, being somewhat ill, intimidated by the mad press of pubescents toward the stage, and in the middle of a very important beer. And then another beer. And some drawings.

Everybody I spoke with was somehow involved with the bands, or knew someone who was involved–Seth Rogan Bro was a member of one of them, I think. I wish I had gotten the dude’s name instead of just being the creep drawing him from the back of the room. Sorry, Seth Rogan Bro. I didn’t mean to seem pervy or whatevs. Here’s some drawings of you on the internet.

Towards the end of the night (I think during TEETH’s set, actually–you can see all of it on the YouTube), the aforementioned youngsters’ parents showed up to whisk them away to their comfortable domiciles. You could tell that these people felt incredibly out of place–there was a man with a well-groomed salt-and-pepper mustache who looked like he had just found a mummified finger in his oatmeal. I guess they were waiting till the end of the set before they grabbed their young ruffians by the ears and dragged them to the car whilst spouting invective against that ‘devil music.’ I’m exaggerating, of course–these were probably people who were blasting Black Sabbath and Zep in the middle of the night, much to the chagrin of their parents, who had done the same thing with Chuck Berry and Buddy Holly records a scant few years prior. We all know how it goes.

Anyway, the metal scene in New Hampshire is, it would seem, incredibly vibrant, and taking on new recruits just as fast as the old tyros must retire in order to take care of their kids or whatever. I’m really thankful that Jess helped me get over my fear of metal–it’s not something I ever would have done on my own.** \m/

Tangentially related: at a recent Movie Night, Steve Bissette showed a couple of José Mojica Marins’ Coffin Joe films, including 2008’s brutally uncompromising Encarnaçáo do Demônio/ Embodiment of Evil. I’ve been watching the other films in the series over the past couple of weeks, and each one has given me weirder dreams than the last. So I decided to do some more PS coloring practice.Thank god for Google translator.(It was also an excuse to look up words in Portuguese, a language about which I know next to nothing, aside from the fact that it favors accent marks and using Ç’s.).

More to come, sooner rather than later, I hope.

*Also, I  listen to MERZBOW, for chrissakes.

**There are also some drawings of Matt Verdine, the vocalist of Twisted Legacy aquí y aquí. I could only barely see him from where I was standing/drawing/drinking,  and the rest of the band was obscured by adolescents. Sorry dudes! Holler if you want me to draw you, I guess.

Strip Show; 90s ‘alt’ rock

Posted in Comics Pages, Sketch, Unsettling with tags , , , , , , on 16 June, 11 by cantocomics

Drawn in the Manchester, NH Airport between the hours of ten and midnight. Are you at all familiar with the pick-up line being referenced here? If you aren’t, then this probably just seems misogynist and mean.

The next one, aside from the obvious part, was drawn in Sarasota, FL between seven and ten am. You might have to click on it to see, but it’s animated!

I’m not sure whether or not that one was funny. Also, computer coloring! The best education money could buy didn’t make me a genius at it. I’ll just have to practice at it like the rest of ya’ll bustaz.

It feels really good to post on here again! I’ll probably lay another post on you either later this week or early next. (because yeah, I do intend to make good on the promise I made that I was going to post more often.)

The idea for the next drawing slapped me in the face while I was driving 70 miles an hour on I-89 in New Hampshire. So I pulled onto the shoulder and dashed out a sketch. It was only once I got home that I said to myself, “hey waitaminnit, isn’t this the same image as on the cover of seminal and somewhat irritating 90s alt-rock sensation Third Eye Blind’s self-titled record?”
No, is the answer. Thank God.

I’ll see you again sooner than you think, my darlings.

CCS Appreciation Week: NOPE

Posted in As if you cared, CCS, Comics Pages, Diary, Dream, Unsettling with tags , , , , , , , , , on 10 March, 11 by cantocomics

In honor of  CCS Appreciation Week, we present to you a 3-pager in what passes for our 60’s underground style:


SCARYGHOSTS aside, what can I say about CCS?

It has, genuinely, given me more practical information from two years of schooling than I got in the four years I received in my undergrad.

It has introduced me to some of the best friends I’ve ever had. There’s no denying it, we’re all a bunch of freaks. And us freaks gotta stick together, cos if we don’t, “they” win.

It’s full of people who are even more passionate than me (which is a weird thing, since I rely on said passion to see me through whatever project I’m working on), it’s populated with people more talented than me, and it’s jam-fucking-packed with cartoonists more social than I.

I completely fucking love CCS, and would not trade the time I have spent here for anything, even if it meant a book deal.**

So if you’re a cartoonist, and you’re serious about your art, and by some bizarre  happenstance you’ve stumbled across this post, APPLY TO TO THE CENTER FOR CARTOON STUDIES. You’ve got nothing to lose.


*It should be noted that I’ve played pretty fast & loose with the architecture here. Deal with it.