solilo guy @dirk@computerfairi.es

“Springtime with Covid” – lockdown painting by a 10-year-old girl I happen to know.

Shared with permission from the artist.

#Covid #art #mastoart #creativetoot

OMG, #TillieWalden's exceptional queer space odyssey #comic “On a Sunbeam” is finally out in German!

My nieces and nephews better beware - whatever the oocasion, this will be behind any gift wrapping in the foreseeable future!

https://www.comic-report.de/index.php/rezensionen/45-reprodukt/1655-fg-216

#comics #OnASunbeam

Sometimes I love my hood.

#BlackLivesMatter #Berlin #BlackPanther #Okoye #XBergForever

The kids finally made me watch the #KangarooChronicles movie today and I‘m happy to report that German mainstream audiences now know the good gals and guys use #Tor and go to #CryptoParty|s.

#TIL #CyberCyber

Currently drawing another #silhouette-style #fairytale chapter.

I actually cheated and skipped a more complicated chapter for this easier one - lots of stress and people to take care of these days, and I worried the #comics pages would otherwise peter out entirely…

#art #comix #creativetoot #drawing #makingcomics #mastoart #graphicnovels #pagepreview #penandink

(The New Yorker’s poetry editor Charles Pearce told Nabokov that “most of us appear to feel that many of our readers wouldn’t quite get it” and rejected to print it.)

[6/5]

...

and when she sighs – somewhere in Central Park
where my immense bronze statue looms – “Oh, Clark …
Isn’t he wonderful!?!”, I stare ahead
and long to be a normal guy instead.

[5/5]

at eight, he’d ruin the longest railway line
by playing trains with real ones; and at nine,
release all my old enemies from jail,
and then I’d try to break his head – and fail.
 
So this is why, no matter where I fly,
red-cloaked, blue-hosed, across the yellow sky,
I feel no thrill in chasing thugs and thieves –
and gloomily broad-shouldered Kent retrieves
his coat and trousers from the garbage can
and tucks away the cloak of Superman;

...

[4/5]

...

But even if that blast of love should spare
her fragile frame – what children would she bear?
What monstrous babe, knocking the surgeon down,
would waddle out into the awestruck town?
When two years old he’d break the strongest chairs,
fall through the floor and terrorize the stairs;
at four, he’d dive into a well; at five,
explore a roaring furnace – and survive;

...