DRIFTWOOD CH. 9 P. 10-14

Read Driftwood chapter 9, page 10-14

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57 down, 116 to go. V`(oo)´V
(Now I’m on page 17 … Unbelievably slow …)

I wish I could have a doggie like this. :3

This is a lovely Kangal doggie who guards property in Wedding. ♥

(Photos by Ilan Katin.)

This morning I had a dream that somebody had broken into my trailer.

They had taken two sheep from the neighbour, cut them up and left the body parts all over the place. There was blood everywhere, on the furniture, the floors, the walls, my drawings. Some of the flesh, bones and guts was hanging in bloody sacks from the roof, and the skins – one on the table, one on the floor – had been shoddily tanned. There were some notes about tanning skin, written in a somehow disturbing and manic handwriting.

I discovered that a frightened Golden Retriever had been locked inside my greenhouse, and a Bernese Mountain Dog was running around, worried. The Bernese dog spoke a little bit of human language(!), and I was able to get some information about the intruder from him. I asked if it was a man or a woman, and the doggie answered, “woman”. For some reason I said, “Well, that’s not so bad, then?”, and the doggie gave me a meaningful look that made me very scared.

It would get dark soon, and I hurried to take photos as evidence of what had happened. I did not want to be there at night. Somehow I had the feeling that the intruder was watching me, and that the doggies weren’t really on my side. But I only had my old digital camera, and as always it was struggling to focus in low light conditions, and also its battery was running out …

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Then I woke up. And I can’t go out to my trailer this weekend either, so it will be a while before I know whether somebody really has been murdering sheep there or not. :o(


I’m going to move in a couple of months, and I’m sorting out what to keep and what to get rid of. My goal is to get rid of as much as possible, so I’m doing it in several waves. I’ve already purged two thirds of my books to be donated to the social bookstore in my neighbourhood as well as the comic book library Renate.

I obviously have a lot of old drawings from my childhood and youth that I’ve been carrying around with me. A lot of the stuff from my teenage years is really terrible and traumatic, and I’m happy that I can BURN it to ASHES in my wood stove. Good riddance.

Here are some pieces that I’ll keep, though:

I think this is the best drawing I made in 1995, at the age of 13 or 14. :o)
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Stockholm SPX10

Here is the spanking new cover for Tunguska #8, which actually might get done in time for SPX! It says it costs 40 Swedish crowns on it, but I might actually lower it to 30, because this issue will probably be the thinnest ever (32 pages). ;_; Unless I figure out what comic I could draw on about four pages until Sunday.

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I’ll be sharing two tables with Ainur and also Epix. Ainur will bring a new edition of Goldenbird #1-2, and also copies of Goldenbird #2-3. #1-2 has never before published extra material, so die hard fans might feel very frustrated. :op
Also, I hear Ainur has an exciting comic in the coming issue of Babian.se, which is supposedly an ‘SPX special’ …

From Epix comes not least my book about Eva (I’ll be selling it for 150 SEK at the expo market, with a kick-ass drawing in ink and acrylic paint), and also some all new books, such as the Swedish editions of Kinderbook by Kan Takahama and The Ice Wanderer by Jiro Taniguchi. The latter has Akita doggies in it, so it’s definitely a must buy.

Find us at the comics market in Kulturhuset on the third floor, inside the auditorium (hörsalen), on April 24th (11 AM to 10 PM) and 25th (11 AM to 5 PM).

On April 22nd I will also take part in an “8 hour comic” event at Kulturhuset. Whee!
Noooooo, due to random volcano activity I will have to take buses and trains to Sweden, so I won’t get there in time for the 8 hour comic. >:(:)(


A little two page comic about Russian names, with Eva and Aeron from Driftwood …

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30 down, 57 to go. V`(oo)´V

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Last night I had a dream that Ainur and I were at some kind of citadel or castle during some war. The citadel came under attack, and the two of us decided to flee. Outside the walls there was a little pen with four pigs and some piglets, who we had been taking care of. Of course we couldn’t leave the piggies behind! One of the piggies, whose name was Severiina, was lame in her hind legs, so we hoisted her on a little cart. The other ones we put on leashes hastily made with strings, and then we ran off into the forests with the piggies …

When I woke up I was distressed that we didn’t put enough straw in Severiina’s cart so she would be comfortable on the long, bumpy ride. ;_;


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