I had met the event’s gracious host, Keiren Smith, at the 24 Hour Comic Challenge a few months ago. I quite enjoyed the event so I leapt at the chance to attend another comics jam organized by her. This one was held in a smaller space, at the Comic Book Embassy/Bootcamp. It’s a great little studio conveniently located on Spadina just south of College.
Compared with the 24 hour challenge, the 12 hour event was a relaxing, low key, drop-in event and I arrived just in time to sample some goodies (both visual and edible) and to join a dinner outing at Hibiscus Cafe (where I take all my gluten free diners!).
I had the pleaure of meeting a number of interesting creative women including co-host/founder of the studio, Megan Kearney, and cartoonists Meaghan Carter and Savannah Macintosh. The studio model is a great resource for people to get inspired, network and trade war stories learn about the industry. Women’s voices and perspectives are often marginalized so it’s great to have a space where women can have their creativity supported and championed.
I also really like the shared studio model because it offers a great way to address the social isolation that comes with creating comics. Right now, they have some openings. I wish I was around Toronto enough to justify signing up; I’ve been travelling a lot this year and haven’t been in one place for over three consecutive months.
Anyways, there was a lot of deep conversing going on, but I did manage to scribble down some roughs for my next Kawai’s Guide (to Ovulation). Still needs a fair bit of work, but for the curious, here are a couple strips in the works:
1) When ovulating, you may find your dietary preferences will change.
I’m not sure that I want to keep the women in profile. At least, I’ll have to space the heads father apart because right now, it looks like the dinner table shrunk by a couple feet in the last two panels.
2) When ovulating, you may desire people that you would not otherwise find sexually attractive.
Pretty happy with the layout but I might rewrite this entire text exchange. At the very least, I’m not sure that it’s clear from the 2nd last text that I’m in the ER because of a tuna can accident. I didn’t actually text anyone in real life since my hand was wrapped up in gauze like a mummy but the story is 100% true – the poor guy couldn’t even sit up straight. And now I have the scar to remind me of what a one track mind I can have.