A very grandiloquent title for some ramblings (as usual) about the current discourse: the intersection of art-making and AI.

Quick announcement - I will be swinging by PCAF this weekend for a panel on Sat, and boothing (#51) my limited wares on Sun. Mostly I'll be chilling and open to talk about comics!!

Note: This blog hasn't been updated in eons due to [SO MUCH] happening. But no worries!! My residency period is starting soon. I can feel it.....

Okay so it has been a while.

Since the All the Things That Mean Nothing post, I witnessed some more toxification at the peripheries of the digital spaces I am bound to, further shaking everyone else's faith in the constancy of platforms. (For context, I'm talking about the schrodinger blockification of Kickstarter, the fence-dancing of Patreon, and the farcical PR meltdown of Gumroad) More and more I'm thinking, boy, how far into the nuclear fallout of Web 2.0 will I tolerate until I say, eff it and bunker underground?

It's been eons since I last drew Grimsley and with pencils. I've missed the two a lot lately, so I'm beginning my journey back to the way things used to be done, ten years ago.