This weekend was gigantic and life feels huge, and I’m having a hard time 1) condensing it into bite-size epiphanies for myself and 2) updating the internet about it in a satisfying way. It’s not actually huge news in the blatant excursions of life, but more in the ramparts of my own growth. Because hell, we all know adulthood is fated to happen, and this growth after college graduation has been spurned mostly by my own strange, huge, distant yet droolingly palpable ambitions. But recent events have finally made me burst with realization, and the power of it all continues to strike me, over and over, to the point where once an hour I scream into fits of giggling at the truth that I know something now, something I had intellectually known but hadn’t truly felt before.
Here’s a drawing I did at my friend Caitlin’s house Saturday night, after the Book Arts Fest at the Minnesota Center for Book Arts (MCBA). The drawing was on her to-do list and grew unreasonably, so she graciously let me have the whole page (click to view larger):
But let’s start with Friday night. Here’s a photo of me with John Darnielle, the frontman and oftentimes only member of the band The Mountain Goats. He is an artist on my short-short list of people who are incredibly influential and important to me: