Moments of Joy in a Ridiculous World

So, happiness no longer interests me as a goal
It’s a distraction from life itself
Instead I’m committed to navigating through all the mucky muck
And focusing on moments of joy

However
Some things really piss me off

Such as: Lolita being selected by other authors as the best book of the 20th century. A book that turned adult male sexual predation of teenaged girls into literature. As a woman who as a young girl was sexually preyed on by men, this makes my skin crawl.

This same group seemed only able to recognize Virginia Woolf and Jane Austen as great female authors in the entire history of literature. Ridiculous.

Here are some links to venues that acknowledge women exist as more than muses and objects of desire and that millions of women write:
Vela Magazine
Hip Mama
Mutha Magazine
Unchaste Readers
Una Comics
Feminist Press
Literary Mama
Seal Press
Dirty Diamonds
Wasted Ink Zine Distro
There are hoards more, but just listing these gave me a moment of joy 🙂
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In the Meantime

So, as I anxiously await submissions for the next issue of GRAPH(feeties) [extended deadline July 17, 2016], here’s a one-page take-away I made in April for a writing workshop. I did a session on using drawing to help yank words onto the page, for those times when they aren’t spilling out on their own accord. It features my first attempt at creating a superhero, The Penciller, not to be confused with The Inker, because one has an eraser on her ass (yes, my pencils are gendered female) while I imagine The Inker to be opaque and permanent in her actions (which seems almost villainous).

Have no Fear! The Penciller is Here!

Have no Fear! The Penciller is Here!

 

Zines and Things

It’s getting close to June 15, the deadline for issue 2 of GRAPH(feeties) [hint, hint SUBMIT!]

Since launching issue 1, I’ve tabled at an underground publishers convention, designed a logo/stamp/stickers and bookmark, met lots of awesome zinesters, had GRAPH(feeties) distributed through Wasted Ink Zine Distro (wonderful shop/zine community in Tempe), and become the enthusiastic owner/refurbisher of a hundred-year-old Multigraph printing press that I hope to soon use for letterpress zine covers. Making a zine is a fantastically freeing experience. I recommend zine-making to anyone with access to paper and a pencil/pen/typewriter. Here are a few pictures from my zine-making adventures.

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The Sticker/Stamp/Logo I designed. I gave away stickers and bookmarks at the underground publishers convention. The stamp is being made. I plan to stamp envelopes and letterhead (until I get my multigraph up and running)

Issue 1, stickers and bookmarks

Issue 1, stickers and bookmarks

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GRAPH(feeties) goes on tour with Wasted Ink Zine Distro to the LA and Gilman Zine Fests

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A visual summary of the zine-making life 🙂

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Reading Zines at Wasted Ink Zine Distro

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My Multigraph’s first word (made by me. It’s about 100 years old, so it’s made a lot of words in its lifetime)

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A page I did for a community zine. All the pages were made in one night at Wasted Ink Zine Distro.

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My Multigraph and its typeface. Totally cool machine! If anyone knows where I can procure an inking roller, let me know 🙂

 

 

Remembering Luna

These past few years I’ve been working on a project that is now a completed manuscript of cartoon/verse memoir about my friendship with Luna. It’s her birthday today. She would’ve turned 55 had someone not taken her life when she was fifteen. That her life was taken is not an entirely true statement, since she was a unique and amazing individual who transcended ordinary life—that contained line segment of time with endpoints at birth and death. She existed within a continuum of the collective cosmos, at once ancient and newborn. She was impossible not to love. My heart goes out today to all those who were fortunate to know her. I’ve tried in drawings and words to capture what a wonder it was to know her. Here’s just a glimpse from how it was for me.

This is one spread from the manuscript. It is 200 dyads of cartoons and verse. We were 12 in this moment and I'm narrating. She was still going by Lina.

This is one spread from the manuscript, which in total is 200 dyads of cartoons and verse, to follow our friendship from the day we met to beyond her death. We were 12 years old in this moment. I’m narrating and she’s still going by Lina.

New Year, New Zine, New Book Project, Old Bones

Yesterday, I went out into the desert and watched my son shoot a rocket that he had made into the clear blue winter-chilled sky. When the engine ignited, the rocket blasted into the air and then the second engine went off, separating the nose from the body. The nose drifted down under a billowed parachute and the body, designed like a glider, slowly circled the desert like a buzzard until it succumbed to gravity and spiraled into a dwarfed palo verde tree. It was a perfect start to the new year—the quiet desert landscape, clear air, clever crafts, and physical reminders of the power of gravity.

For this year, I’m launching a new zine on walking, seeking a publisher for my cartoon/verse memoir By the Forces of Gravity, starting a new book project and continuing to teach landscape design and history at ASU (as I have since 1993). This is the last year that both my kids will be teenagers, with one who’ll finish her first year of college, while the other starts high school. My husband and I will celebrate our 20th wedding anniversary. We’ve both known each other for half our lives, most of this time as a couple. And yet, there’s always something new to discover. I love this, finding the new in the familiar. And the old. This may be a new year, but let’s face it, I’m old…older than I’ve ever been. I could live without the aches and pains, but I like being on the back nine of life. It lends a kind of urgency to not wasting time fretting about shit I don’t care about. But I’m not starting to build my own coffin out of sustainable wood yet, since this year my dad will turn 80 and he’s still running ultras. We Fishes tend to live like energizer bunnies, or Timex watches, or all those other things that just keep going and going.

Happy New Year Everyone!

The Glider Rocket New Year's Day 2016

The Glider Rocket New Year’s Day 2016

GRAPHfeeties: New Zine of walking stories

BE IN A ZINE: Call for Submissions!

Do your feet have a story to tell?

GRAPH(feeties) is a zine-to-be that will focus on true stories of walking, strolling, rambling, and other forms of self-propulsion, all told in a mixed media/genre format. Please send in your great tales of moving through the world, expressed in a glorious mix of poetry, cartoons, comics, lyric prose, collage, b & w photography, or whatever else can print legibly in b & w on a 5.5 x 8.5 inch page. The intent is to publish issues periodically, some themed, some open, like this first issue.

Walking under Trees in Berkeley, one of my cartoons from the cartoon/verse memoir I'm working on

Walking under Trees in Berkeley, one of my cartoons from the cartoon/verse memoir I’m working on

  • “Paths are made by walking,” said Kafka. What paths have you made?
  • “Walking is man’s best medicine,” said Hippocrates. How has walking healed you?
  • “Walking in the woods, I felt in touch with the universe and with the spirit of the universe,” said Alice Walker. When have you felt connected to the cosmos while walking?
  • “All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking,” said Nietzsche. What great thoughts have come to you while walking?
  • “Everywhere is within walking distance if you have the time,” said Steven Wright. Do you have a tale of a long journey on foot?

While GRAPH(feetie) is a zine for true stories, if you need to become a mouse (as in MAUS by Art Spiegelman) or some other creature to tell your story, that’s entirely awesome.

What to Submit: A PDF file, formatted to print legibly on up to two 5.5 x 8.5 inch pages to graphfeeties at rebeccafishewan.com

When to Submit: Please submit by January 1, 2016 New Year! New Zine!

This year has been busy in the cartoon/verse universe (cartooniverse?).

Here’s the piece that was published in Hip Mama:

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I also made a cartoon/prose scroll for a reading I’m doing tomorrow night in the Phoenix New Times Bar Flies series. The scroll will be part of an exhibit at the Museum of Walking at Arizona State University.

Also, my book-length cartoon/verse memoir, By the Forces of Gravity, is complete and I’m gearing up to try to find it a publishing home. This is one of the cartoons in the manuscript.

Getting gas on the way to Fresno by me

Getting gas on the way to Fresno by me

Drawing Things Out

This summer I’ve spent most of my time drawing and today I figured out I’m ten drawings from finishing the 210 drawings for my book. Maybe I’m procrastinating by writing this blog post, so I can prolong the drawing process and postpone the next phase of book making…finding a publisher. Yes, this is precisely what I’m doing. Before I go back to the drawing board, here’s a sample of what I’ve done lately:

Pretending not to care about a friendship that means everything to me.

Pretending not to care about a friendship that means everything to me.