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.....

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?

Well, this is Year 3 of the pandemic. My prediction was right. Internally I'm feeling like a skeleton dusty and dessicated from years of waiting to be rescued from the cave I fell into.

I've been in this webcomics game for... close to 10 years now (if you don't count the 3 years of prep). The second I graduated from secondary school, I jumped right in to launching my first webcomic. Things and mindsets and empires have come and gone since then, including my idea of what success and validation means.

Here's an announcement: my portrait commissions are closed till 2022. While I'll continue to accept bookings via email, I won't be drawing portraits at all till the reopening next summer. If you'd like to know when that day arrives, please subscribe to my newsletter or follow my Instagram, Twitter or Tumblr.

Thoughts on the above. The sequel to Apropros of Nothing.

On death and workaholicism and how being an artist of intention requires time not creating.

Just a fun post to answer this parlour room question.

It's more or a less year since

• My last outdoor public event (The Joe Hisaishi Ghibli concert at the Sidney Myer Bowl in Melbourne). There, I sat on a picnic blanket, surrounded by hundreds of people, maskless, eating cherry tomatoes and Woolies chicken drummets, when coughing at a concert wasn't taboo. Also coincidentally shared the same oxygen space as Neil Gaiman. We both enjoyed the concert. How could we not?
• The first emergency/lockdown escalation in Melbourne, followed by the military-enforced lockdown in Malaysia.The hilarious, incredibly absurd melodrama as Grand Prix week approached, which I witnessed on a front row seat far away from all the actors. I watched as the racecourse was built, as the pre-show concert commenced, as fans from all over the world (especially Italy!) flooded the trams and made their appearances on my streets... only for the whole thing to be cancelled.
• My return home to Malaysia. The timing could not be better.
  Though I still miss Melbourne and sometimes wish I was experiencing lockdown there instead... on the other hand, the loneliness would drive me bonkers. I'm glad to be with my family and be in my city where most of my friends are.