When I was in 9th grade, my art teacher suggested that I see a counselor after reading my final exam paper. We were instructed to write a short story using a list of specific, art related, vocabulary words that we had learned throughout the semester. My story was about an artist who would stare through a small window night after night, and try his best to paint what he would see. As the days progressed, and the scenery changed, he became frustrated that he could never capture the world on his canvas as he saw it. And as he finished, he was forced to watch his art become meaningless as the day became night, and summer became fall, over and over until he eventually killed himself.
Yeah.
The counselor asked me a series of indirect questions to determine whether or not I needed counseling. “What was the artist feeling?” “Did the artist have friends” “Was the artist happy with his family?” Etc. I thought it was hilarious at the time. Now, I write an array of stories, comics, novels, podcasts, and such that tangentially or superficially touch upon themes that interest me. They aren’t a perfect reflection of me or my beliefs or even how I am feeling in the moment, but instead, elevated, hyperbolic, absurd hypothetical peepholes that show a world I see glimpses of from time to time.
This is a newer draft of Episode 3 of our upcoming podcast.
Episode 3- You’re Killing Me