For folks who couldn’t make it to the NYC Feminist Zinefest yesterday, here is the new in-progress work I showed and spoke about (this is just a photo of the original)! I am interested in Sabina Spielrein on many levels (histories of psychoanalysis, hysteria and madness, women in the archive, Eastern European Jewry, the Holocaust etc.), one of which being the fact that she was OBVIOUSLY a werewolf. More on this (and more Sabina comix) in the next issue of The Sinew That Shrinks, which will be available at the Brooklyn Zinefest in April. Also, my primary reference text for this comic was Avery Gordon’s Ghostly Matters.
It’s a doozy. You can get it on Storenvy or pick it up at the New York Feminist Zinefest next week! I’ve been thinking a lot about the relationship between decolonizing Palestine and decolonizing Judaism (see this excellent and thought-provoking piece from Heike Schotten and the other pieces in that series) and I am grateful to all the contributors to this issue for participating in these kinds of conversations, and writing some beautiful pieces!
Washington DC and I are in a long distance relationship these days, but I heard that DC Zinefest (child of my heart) was having a PIZZA THEMED zine reading and open mic. Paper hoarder that I am, I knew I had the perfect image for a flier, so I whipped this up for them.
I will be in DC for this thing and I strongly recommend you be there too.
Washington DC: jumbo slices, even bigger hearts.
Abu Ghraib Memory Triptych, text messages with my 3 sisters via smartphone.
Check out my review of Shawn Michelle Smith’s book At the Edge of Sight: Photography and the Unseen over at The New Inquiry!
The photograph is proof, evidence. And yet, the photograph does not speak for itself. The photograph both records and crops, “both expand[s] and narrow[s] a visual field.” What lies outside of the frame, on the edges, behind the camera? The photograph offers no proof that does not need to be corroborated by testimony. Once, audiences were eager to be fooled by optical illusions—a fairy in a child’s hand, a dead loved one hovering in the frame. Now, in an age of ubiquitous photoshopping, we are right to be suspicious and yet we are still gripped. This is reality, captured.
I’ve been slowly sketching for a future graphic novel project with favorite collaborator and best playwright probably ever, MJ Kaufman. It’s about a bunch of Jewish queers and a dybbuk in the 1920s Lower East Side, and it’s based on a play MJ wrote a while back called “A Live Dress.” This is just a sketch from the set that I feel kind of good about, mostly because I used watercolor graphite for the first time, which I am now obsessed with. It’s basically just a soft block of graphite that you use with water and a brush, and then can erase when it dries. I never draw with pencil but now I am in love.
Just a little thing from my sketchbook! This is dedicated to my roommate, who both puts up with my filth and also is intimately familiar with the weird shit I order off the internet instead of leaving the house.
Happy end of the semester to all those student-types who turn in their final papers, show up for exams and then go home to marathon tv watch while your instructors agonize over your final grade. For the rest of us, I drew this motivational “congratulations” card, which is up on my webstore (along with lots of other things you can buy).
Here’s the illustration:
Here’s the card:
Happy being-done-with-grading! May no students email you to contest their grades.