Julia Scheele
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(A Christmas present for Kieron Gillen, December 2009. Illustrated by Julia Scheele)
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“i didn’t see you there” she says. It should stop there. Please. “What are you up to then?” Oh. I answer her then. Nothing. No apology. “I won’t say ‘sorry’”, and I know that “Sorry: why not?” “You and I didn’t fit, you know” And that’s that “I know” I lie And when you disappear…
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It has, in no uncertain terms, been a manic old month or so. First up, I was commissioned by the lovely people of Last.fm to write their end of year feature, a gargantuan 7000 word task that I turned over in the space of a few days – I submitted with time enough to spare…
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No update in an age, certainly not of a personal nature, so in an act of kindness (and as an exorcism) below are the major developments… * I started an internship in the opening weeks of September at 176, a new contemporary art gallery in Chalk Farm. A little over a year old, the gallery…
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Borrowing away, I made a photo-comic for a compilation Julia Scheele should be putting together for Leeds Thought Bubble Comics Festival. The borrowing? Ben’s lovely Canon G7 and Julia’s Toy Robot. After all, Hastings has no robots… Page 1, Page 2, Page 3, Page 4, Page 5. The Robot Man was written in a furious…
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Like seasons, I’m going through a process adjusting to giving up on your human term ‘weekend’. Saturday, for the last six years, has meant earning a living in a customer service job. Until very recently I packed shifts in whenever I could, half-days making up for the lack of consecutive days I had off. And…