Greetings! I was lucky to be asked to do the KEXP holiday card this year. Here it is!
All Hallow’s Eve is fast approaching! Be sure to come on down to the Fisher Pavilion at Seattle Center for Short Run Comix and Arts Festival. There is always a TON of amazing work to see here. This year I’ll be selling the first Cat City™ zine (with fold out poster!) along with a new zine - a collection of Gluten Free Hobo comics and recent Cat City™ comics, all in one! I’ll also have complimentary Nap Coupons and Jessixa’s “I Love Twin Peaks” series (volumes 1, 2, & 3). And since it’s Halloween I’ll have tons of glorified sugar to hand out. “So come on down! I’ll chew on a dog!”
All Hallow’s Eve is fast approaching! Be sure to come on down to the Fisher Pavilion at Seattle Center for Short Run Comix and Arts Festival. There is always a TON of amazing work to see here. This year I’ll be selling the first Cat City™ zine (with fold out poster!) along with a new zine - a collection of Gluten Free Hobo comics and recent Cat City™ comics, all in one! I’ll also have complimentary Nap Coupons and Jessixa’s “I Love Twin Peaks” series (volumes 1, 2, & 3). And since it’s Halloween I’ll have tons of glorified sugar to hand out. “So come on down! I’ll chew on a dog!”
Just finished a poster for another event at Mercer Street Books. Enjoy!
“The unconscious is like the vault of a great bank in which is stored all the wealth inherited from our ancestors and in which we, as individuals, also have deposited our own coin. All of this treasure belongs to us, and we like to think that it is at our disposal, but the trouble is that we cannot withdraw on demand.” Singer, June. Boundaries of the Soul. New York: Anchor, 1972. Print.
The dream image of the basement is easily the most common representation of the unconscious for me (and for a lot of people, I assume). My grandparents’ basement was the the setting of a lot of family gatherings in my youth. This lower level had almost everything needed to entertain a family of a thousand, and it happened very often. There were other rooms in the basement less frequented during visits. The unfinished room, in particular, was a storage of tons of stuff collected over the years by my grandparents. Anyone who has visited grandparents in their long time residence knows of the toys that dwell there. They are universal toys, vaguely familiar with strange personalities, meant for whatever grandchild happens to be visiting. They are almost always there when you visit and provide strange entertainment and excitement. You always leave them behind, as an unspoken rule, for the other grandkids to use during subsequent visits. These toys in this dream are like what June Singer describes in the passage above. I want to share the hidden gems in my unconscious, through these comics, but at the same time I worry that people may not understand.
It would be fitting if I dreamt this during those sleepless nights of diaper changes directly after my son was born. But this was over two years ago, so the diaper changes hold way more significance. I’m engaging in what looks like a delightful poolside session but have to leave and commit to my shift at the ice cream shoppe. When I arrive I am delivered into a handful of needy adults that will inevitably lead into thankless work.
The “you’ve got to be kidding me” nature of this dream accurately portrays my astonishment in dealing with the general public. The woman with the truffle oil allows me no time to collect myself to better serve her, and furthermore she interferes with my work adding a total disregard for the work I’m expected to do. This lack of respect and common sense is disgusting and offensive to me.
The two men who need their diapers changed are obviously outside of my job description. At least I can see that in the dream. It ultimately comes to the “I can’t even” point and I throw in the towel.
When analyzing dreams it’s easy to go down the path that our dreams are trying to tell us something is wrong. That’s not always the case. If we listen to our unconscious enough, we can see that often times it is telling us when we are doing things right. In this case, I think my unconscious is confirming that truffle oil and adult diaper changes are not something I should be worried about. Let those people sort out their own shit. Go back to the pool!
Something important must have proved disappointing to provoke a dream like this. I’ve always mostly liked Michael Jordan - he’s undeniably one of basketball’s greatest players and has legend status, but there were times (when he was up against the Utah Jazz in the finals twice), that I really wanted to hate him. But in the end I look back and realize that the Chicago Bulls weren’t better than the Utah Jazz - it’s more like Michael Jordan was just better at defending his talent. So I have a pretty good opinion of him to this day. Anyway, I never knew much about Michael Jordan as a person, so maybe that’s the main element that is happening here. I guess this dream really says to me that no matter the amount of influence a ‘celebrity’ has on you, they are still just a goddamn human being and have all the boring qualities the rest of us have.
Sleep Comic #39 in which I box not only a person’s ears, but also a cat’s ears. The hilarity of this dream really obscures any deeper meaning. This has always been a problem with the way I present these dreams to readers - precisely why I choose to annotate them. Here, however, I am going to just leave it alone. Enjoy this offering from my unconscious!
Martin (the striped shirt friend) in this comic represents an old friend of mine, Fritz. He passed away almost ten years ago. Fritz’s behavior was very organic and natural but also very puzzling. I know only one other person who behaves like Fritz - with a strong connection to the earth. Giving in to instinctual needs (just wanting to sit in nature, really) and conflicted about it because of worldly distractions. It’s like a magnetic pull, not just some love of camping/hiking or a Thoreau appreciation. There’s no way to explain it other than when you see a person like this live in the city too long you start to see their soul whither and die, and as much as you want them to stay you have to let them go.
“It was said that Dr. Jung’s favorite story went something like this: The water of life, wishing to make itself known on the face of the earth, bubbled up in an artesian well and flowed without effort or limit. People came to drink the magic water and were nourished by it, since it was so clean and pure and invigorating. But humankind was not content to leave things in this Edenic state. Gradually they began to fence the well, charge admission, claim ownership of the property around it, make elaborate laws as to who could come to the well, put locks on the gates. Soon the well was the property of the powerful and the elite. The water was angry and offended; it stopped flowing and began to bubble up in another place. The people who owned the property around the first well were so engrossed in their power systems and ownership that they did not notice that the water had vanished. They continued selling the nonexistant water, and few people noticed that the true power was gone. But some dissatisfied people searched with great courage and found the new artesian well. Soon that well was under the control of the property owners, and the same fate overtook it. The spring took itself to yet another place - and this has been going on throughout recorded history.” Johnson, Robert A. Owning Your Own Shadow. San Francisco: Harper Collins, 1991. Print.
The Republican security guard is the powerful and elite trying to control the bubbling waters. Intriguing that this is happening from day one at this art school. Not a good sign. How are we supposed to create the original and impactful art where whistling uniformed men regulate? How much order is necessary at an institution like this? At what point does the integrity of the school start failing and a new artesian well bubbles up elsewhere?
When I was in junior high my parents took me to this art school I might possibly attend. The woman who ran it was smitten with my work and we toured the studios. The work the students created was amazing, and I got the impression that the curriculum was rigorous and disciplined. When it came time to sit down and discuss the idea of me attending - the woman made it clear that the decision must be mine, not my parents’. Sitting there I could hardly grasp what a large decision was being handed to me. As I hesitated at this I must have asked a wrong question, and the woman said, “Oh, he’s letting the left brain in, this has to be a right brain decision!”. In the end I chose not to attend, moreover I feel like the woman chose for me not to attend. This event has always stuck with me - it was like someone laid a trap for me in the place I trusted the most.
I did not know it at the time, but this dream was beckoning me to confront my shadow self. The ex-boyfriend threatened me and I reacted. The results were negative and I ended up feeling bad (and like a bad person) for unknowingly ‘boxing’ his hearing aids. How was I supposed to know? Moreover, why does this suddenly negate the wedgie administered by a complete stranger? He’s still a jerk, but suddenly I’m an idiot? If this were real life, and I could do it over again - I would box the ex-boyfriend’s ears and deal with the fact that I ACCIDENTALLY hit his hearing aids. I would tell Jessixa I’m leaving, ask her to come with and be very assured that she broke up with him because he is an asshole. Bonus of leaving early is that the punk rocker would not have the chance to come down the stairs and address my “homely” qualities because my punk rock side (shadow self) walked out the goddamn door with my wife.
This dream happened during election time (2012) and naturally exhibits some political anxiety I was having. The feelings run deep - noting the frigid water and possibility of loss of life. This makes a lot of sense as I asked myself the other day why I fear politics that oppose mine. The answer I came up with is that (I feel) ideals which differ from what I consider benevolent have potential to cause suffering for other people.
Identifying with politics, causes, and movements is quite a trap. Jung: “A group experience takes place on a lower level of consciousness than the experience of an individual. This is due to the fact that, when many people gather together to share one common emotion, the total psyche emerging from the group is below the level of the individual psyche. If it is a very large group, the collective psyche will be more like the psyche of an animal, which is the reason why the ethical attitude of large organizations is always doubtful.” Collected Works of C.G. Jung. Princeton: 1959. Print. Here is a good time to address projection - “The effect of projection is to isolate the subject from his environment, since instead of a real relation to it there is now only an illusory one. Projections change the world into a replica of one’s own unknown face.” Jung, Carl. Collected Works of C.G. Jung. Princeton: 1958. Print.
People keep getting caught in these frigid waters and people from these two ice floes keep trying to save them. Yet nobody has any sort of control, and at the end of the dream it is revealed that the voters have control! However, the voters are no where to be found in the arctic environment. How could they possibly affect the fate of the freezing diver?
