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Prison Blog

In which Possum recounts his experiences as an offender in the system.

Possum Bones is autistic. He has identified as a dirty kid in the past, and he’s attended multiple rainbow gatherings. He has several years left to serve in the Washington Correctional system.

He has been making art since he could sit up. He communicates better in writing than speech. If you are interested in the experience of an autistic person doing prison time, check out his Prison Blog. If you are a fan of comic art, underground/outsider music, Lovecraft, Clarke Ashton Smith, Murakami, Cixui Liu, etc.

6/19/2018a

Creative flux

 

It seems like there's one inevitable ebb and flow when it comes to drawing, for me.  I won't do anything for days.  Then, usually, it starts with something small and easy (for me).  Then I'll get to drawing something more difficult, progressively.  then I'll start running out of energy, and rushing, so the drawings get worse.  So it follows a sharp curve.  There's a peak and then a collapse.  Always I draw fast.  I'm impatient to get the idea out of my head, especially if it's a comic.  So on one hand, I'm a speed drawer.  Speed doesn't earn you much points in art, but it's good for line character (I think), and also there's the benefit of output.  Probably my lack of patience is my greatest enemy as an artist (and my innate lack of visual processing power). Once I run out of power, it's like I can't draw even if I try.  It takes those first easy sketches to rev up my engine again.  Like it is a process of frustration and relief, fraught with the specters of inadequacy.  But ashes to ashes, dust to dust...It is the frustration and the procedure that really captures us in the  moment.  Like sex it may seem that it is about the climax, the end product, but the magic is really in the effort to reach that culmination.  The end product is dead.

Elisa Carlson