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I went to a monastery for my birthday this year, the place where they make the local jam I like. They come in these beautiful little jars. I’m 25 years old now, I like that age. I feel that age. I only started liking my birthdays when I got older, past school. They make sense to me when I could control myself.
I’m happy. Things are working out, things always work out. I don’t really have anything profound to say. What did I used to write in my journals on my birthdays? I wish I could find my journal when I turned 22. 23. It’s here somewhere. 24 was here in Providence, and I have the same journal this year I had then, and it doesn’t have an entry. I never kept good journals, though. I realized years ago that if I wanted to make stuff I couldn’t force myself to adhere to one book at a time, one thing at a time, cover-to-cover.
I went to a monastery, and mostly laid in the fields surrounding the abbey. It was a beautiful day, slightly warmer than the day before (me and N went to the beach that day). I ate chips and drew the clouds and cleared my mind. Cleared my mind without particularly trying, which is the only way that makes sense. Forcing your mind to clear is sort of horrific. The abbey was an hour and a half drive too, which was nice. I had a great time. I kind of wished I had brought a tent and I could have camped there a few days, not spoken out loud a few days, but there was a party for me that night, and C did a tarot reading for me like she did last year, so I had to go back. I should live in a cold brick building some day.
This drawing of the main stained glass window doesn’t fit the aesthetics of my drawings well but it has to go in. Something I liked about the abbey was that it wasn’t very open to visitors. It had two tiny entrances that were barred off from the rest of the complex. The building itself had kind signs that asked for absolute silence. The interior of the building rang out with every shuffle from my backpack. I love that. A huge, echoing building, so when you bump something, everyone knows about it. Clear and cold and empty.
It’s strange to watch someone who has mistreated you and people you love over the course of years, it’s strange seeing them talk about surviving their own abuse, and being praised for it. Is praise the right word? Maybe it’s just weird seeing it, knowing the other side. Human experience is multidimensional.
I still have coffee. It’s lukewarm. I’m at the airport waiting to board my flight to Detroit. It’s snowing heavily outside. I want to write about starting the new year, and the way I want to make art now.
I want to be calmer. I want to look at Twitter less. I want to write more one-on-one, because I think it would help me focus on bigger ideas. I want to think more. “You think a lot,” Kevin says. I want to write more about it, though. And I’m not a very good writer, so that means I need to practice.
I want to make art like the poems Ross and Cory write. I want to be a poet. Cory has a Masters. Ross works at a desk. I want to be more relaxed. I think relaxing will make better art, more interesting. I want to make comics like poems, but not even… just art.
Ross and Cory were so positive and supportive. Ross lives in Minneapolis and Cory lives in Tucson. I live in Providence. Kevin lives in Cleveland. Dispersed, sitting in our studios, writing and making things. How can I get that way on my own? Maybe I should stop reaching out.
Some sketches from my journal, some positive sketches I drew right away after hanging out with Ross and Cory, because my heart was racing:
I’m leaving for a couple weeks! Here is what you need to know:
Jeremiah is updating this week Monday (today!) and Friday (double page!) Then it’s skipping a week, returning the week after with regular posts (MWF).
Then I’ll be in Minneapolis for Autoptic on August 18! I’ll be debuting “Therefore, I Believe That I Want You Immensely,” a collection of poems and drawings by Cory Aaland, Ross Hernandez and me. (Me and Ross have collaborated before…)
I’m also going to be repping the Women Warriors // Lady Knights zine there!! I only have twenty copies, so be sure to come by my table early if you want one!
Okay, keep having the best summer, ya’ll!
Here’s one of the drawings from “Therefore, I Believe That I Want You Immensely”: