1. boiledleather:

    I’m going to be at SPX, the Small Press Expo, in Bethesda, Maryland this weekend. I look like the person in the photo up top. I’m going to have work in the new Study Group Magazine #3D, which will debut at the show; I wrote a brand-new four-page comic about werewolves and secrets called “Hiders” that was drawn by Julia Gfrörer. Julia will also be selling our comic In Pace Requiescat, a pornographic extrapolation from “The Cask of Amontillado” by Edgar Allan Poe; I should have copies of Flash Forward, the horror comic Jonny Negron and I made about seeing and being seen, as well. I suspect you’ll find me mostly at Julia’s table, W34B. We look like the people in the photo at the bottom. SPX is a terrific show, and if you’re anywhere in the DC/Baltimore area and have any interest in alternative comics at all it’s well worth the trip. I would love to see you there!

  2. seantcomics:

    I’m particularly interested in the idea advanced in Sophia Wiedeman’s piece on you and Katie Skelly for The Rumpus that your work is driven in part by Catholic guilt. Certainly your comics seem to revel in a rejection of Catholic mores, but more than that, they don’t smooth out the rough edges to make the violation more palatable, you know? The sex is, frankly, gross, and so is the food component, once that’s introduced in #foodporn.There’s not an attempt to play respectability politics with it.

    Everything I make, every particle of my being, is based on how I grew up. Everything I make will of course be influenced by that. But to be honest, the reason I made #foodporn is because I had a crush on an ugly guy who made pizza at my local pizza joint. He is not attractive. When he was making the pizza I was attracted to him, though? I didn’t understand it and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I thought the concept of him getting hotter and hotter as he made the pizza was just hilarious. Hence the premise of the book.

    Oh, just an interesting piece of side trivia – I finally did end up having sex with him, two days after #foodporn was released at MoCCA. I’ve stopped eating pizza since.

    Typically when comics creators talk about essentially willing something from one of their comics into existence, it’s, like, Grant Morrison talking about tripping in Nepal or whatever and discovering the true nature of space-time. This is somewhat more relatable. But if it put you off pizza, then I wonder if in retrospect you’d have preferred it to have remained a fantasy.

    Very interesting to me that you use the word “fantasy.” In March, I got out of an eight-year relationship. We had broken up and I moved out in 2012, but we ended up getting back together very quickly. But over the last year I had several crushes on people, especially this pizza guy, and I ended up making the comic about him. Things were just not working out with my ex, even though I loved him very much and he was family to me. I spent a lot of time fantasizing about “what life would be like” with certain other people, and this pizza guy was first in line. However, I didn’t make any moves about ending the relationship for almost a year after making the comic about him. My therapist had a real woman-to-woman conversation with me, knocked some sense into me, and suggested to me that my life might actually be greater on the other side of ending things with my ex, so I did it. For some reason at that moment it hit me that my life might be better with my ex not in it, which seemed almost unfathomable to me. She was right. So I guess one could say, therapist Sean, that maybe I avoided one of those painful Irish-Catholic illnesses or avoidance-of-feelings situations here? Perhaps history did not repeat itself, hmmm?

    Luckily, things with this pizza guy fell into place — I got drunk at the pizza place and propositioned him — and we saw each other for a little while. It certainly served a purpose and helped me get through my breakup. I suddenly felt sexy again. He knew about my comic about him, and about #foodporn. He was aware I was doing some podcast interviews and being reviewed, and the comic about him was mentioned a few times. One night, in the midst of all this, he told me that he had gone to my website and looked at my comics, and told me, “Wow, I thought you were going to be much more famous than just this.” He also referenced myConancomic, in which there is a long sex scene between me and Conan O’Brien, while we were having sex one night, which I thought was hysterical, and which I am currently making a comic about now.

    Anyway, this pizza guy was into Phish, and if anyone knows me they know I’m not into jam bands, so it just wasn’t meant to be — even though I continued to draw him and make comics about him while we were seeing each other. I guess I was just looking for anyone who wasn’t my ex and was fascinated by that. A few months after we started seeing each other, my friend Holly caught him arm in arm with another chick around the corner from my house. She went into the pizza place, which we frequented regularly, the next day and called him out in front of all of his coworkers. Needless to say, we haven’t really been back there since. So my ultimate curse is that I live half a block away from a pizza place that I love and can’t go to. So fantasy, shame on me I guess. All around, it’s been a fascinating chain of events for me to witness go down. And now I’ll have #foodporn to document it for the rest of my life, so “LOL,” I guess.

    I interviewed Meghan Turbitt for “Say Hello!”, my Comics Journal column about up-and-coming cartoonists.

    I normally keep these posts at seantcomics, but since this is my first column in such a long time I wanted to mention it here as well.

  3. (Source: boiledleather, via dvvglvs)

  4. disciplineandpunish:


    FLASH FORWARD by jonnynegron & sean t. collins

    on the back of the comic:

    In science, the term observer effect refer to changes that the act of observation will make on a phenomenon being observed.

    FLASH FORWARD is a horror story about seeing and being seen.

    Negron and Collins’s collaboration is twenty pages of strange, sexy and scary in the very best way possible. Reading FLASH FORWARD was like finding amateur voyeur porn recorded somewhere in Twin Peaks underneath yr bed but all the girls are doe-eyed R. Crumb mistresses and you never recorded this and then there is a lightning storm and the radio tower falls down. Yeah. Just like that.

    Get yrself a copy while they’re are still available via Jonny’s bigcartel and keep up with Jonny and Sean at jonnynegron and seantcomics

    In a review of several recent minicomics, Flash Forward by Jonny and me gets a very nice write-up. Thank you for reading!

  5. comicsworkbook:



    A limited number of prints and copies are still available at bigcartel


  6. "

    Sorry Kid folds out like a 22×17 broadsheet. When examined closely, it reveals itself to be two 11×17 pages, their surface murky with black xerox ink, joined together by sparkly rainbow-silver tape. This juxtaposition in its construction encapsulates the eight-page whole, which sees Clark alternate heartrending grappling with the overpowering grief of her father’s death and small welcome gestures in the direction of comfort.

    All of the text is borrowed from apparently much-loved sources: Inside, writer Hélène Cixous’s novel on this theme; Ursula K. Le Guin’s fantasy classic The Farthest Shore; the Cocteau Twins song “Know Who You Are at Any Age”. It’s a tacit acknowledgement that recognition of your pain in painful work is often as comforting as can be.


    Sorry Kid | The Comics Journal

    I reviewed my first comic in ages, Sorry Kid by Katrina Silander Clark, for The Comics Journal.

    (via boiledleather)

    Hey all — I won’t make a habit of posting about this here, but I just wrote my first comics review in many months for The Comics Journal. Follow seantcomics for my writing about comics — thetrueblack will remain (mainly) my tumblr for my writing of comics.

    (via seantcomics)

  7. boiledleather:

    Summertime Selfie

  8. jonnynegron:

    Copies of Flash Forward, written by Sean T. Collins, illustrated by me, is available once again at bigcartel

    Also, Copies of Heavenly Threshold Companion are still shipping out. I thank all of you who are still waiting for your orders for your patience. I have unfortunately experienced difficulty with every step of the making of these books, from printing to shipping. It’s been a daily source of frustration and disappointment. 

    I’m signing and sketching in each copy that goes out, along with additional prints, as a way to apologize for this delay. 


    (via spacefacebooks)


  9. thespithouse:

    "It’s about Comics" @ Scott Eder Gallery, and or, everything that’s wrong with everything



    This is about my experience attending a gallery opening focused on comic art. Warning, it’s pretty intense. I haven’t written anything while this pissed off in a long long longgggg while, and I’m a bit frightened I’m going to wake up to some death threats or something similar. But, well, I also think it’s important. Read on if interested.

    So it was basically one guy’s personal collection, and their taste sucks. And apparently, nobody else was really shocked since they didn’t even bother to show up and take a look. Maybe because they read the list of artists and didn’t go looking for something nobody said was going to be there in the first place?

    I don’t know, I don’t get what is important here. Somebody went to something they knew they weren’t going to like, then proceeded to prove to themselves they didn’t like it.

    Get this: I just finished reading the entirety of Happy Mania - a comic which is frankly (imo), better than any single work by any of the artists featured in this show. Affordable and obtainable to anybody who loves comics and has a little a money to throw around. It was written and drawn by a very talented woman, and is one of my favorite comics of all. I’m currently half way through the first volume of Aya of Yop City, another great comic written by a woman. Beyond that I know dozens of women, professional and amateur, who’re making good comic work. One douchey’s guy’s personal douche-bag opinion about comics and art is not really worth a damn. In the big scheme of things, practically nobody is going to go to this gallery or care about this guy’s take on things. It’s not even worth considering, let alone worrying about.

    You can go to a book store and buy something created by women, that’s selling thousands of copies. Why does it matter that some art-gallery snob is trying to (not) sell their collection of old stale art by (mostly) old timer guy artists, for absurd prices? Lately Saga is one of the best selling graphic novel series, but no - let’s not consider that, because some dickhead who means nothing to 99.999% of people who read comics doesn’t think women artists make anything very good - and therefore everything is wrong in comics. Step back and get a little wider perspective on things will ya, tumblr?

    I’m sorry for the rant, but people sometimes seem so determined to keep everything negative on this site, and so incapable of giving praise where praise is due, that it drives me nuts.

    Hello my dear. A few things:

    1. I went to the opening excited to see the artwork and to meet and speak to some cartoonists and have interesting conversation and a generally good time. I did not go seeking disappointment.

    2. Despite being a kind of lame gallery, they are not meaningless to 99.99% of the comics population. Few people attended this particular opening because it was poorly advertised/thrown together at the last minute, and it was thunder storming outside. In fact, this gallery has had a number of successful NYC shows, and also often tables at comic cons such at NYC Comic Fest this very weekend, and at MoCCA, CAB, and more. In other words, they have a valuable place in the comics world.

    3. Believe it or not, this was not some random, isolated incident for me. I’m sorry you don’t think my experience is important, perhaps you are not a female involved in the comics industry and do not frequently have to deal with gatekeepers of this nature. I do. The truth is, there are many, many, many folks in the industry who still hold such similar beliefs, and unfortunately, they are often the ones on the pedestal with the megaphone. 

    This is of course true for most artistic areas, and professional areas in general. Consider this post on how women have been represented in the field of science. Same goes with comics. For example, I always think about how I had always thought that Art Spiegelman was the editor of RAW, having no idea for years that it was co-edited by Francoise Mouly. Why is this? Well, whenever I read about RAW growing up (on internet blogs run mainly by men or what have you), her name was almost always excluded. Thankfully this is now changing, and she is getting the recognition she deserves. My point is though, women frequently get written out of history because men are often the ones controlling what information gets circulated. Only since the internet I feel that tables are starting to turn, and the new, younger generation of alternative cartoonists generally seems to have their heads in the right place. But just because you can get Saga at your local Barnes and Nobles doesn’t mean we don’t still have a longggggg way to go.

    4. I’m sorry you’re bummed out by us ladies and other “others” being so gosh-darn negative, man, about the injustice and general bullshit we have to deal with on a regular basis. Really, so sorry. But you know, when other people who experience prejudice in ways that I do not (because, I am white-passing, cis, straight, etc), the best way for me to better understand and learn about their experiences is from their own narratives, including blog posts. I think it’s important for people to share their stories, because, 1. Solidarity is important — i.e., whenever someone writes about a frustrating experience similar to my own, I am comforted in knowing that I am not the only one experiencing such things, and that my feelings about it are not irrational, and 2. Education is important — Again, I have learned a lot about the world just from reading other people’s personal experiences on things, and I expect I’m not the only one. You can’t get it all from the press, kiddo!

    In the end, I feel the only way for change to occur is for the people to become more informed, and those personal narratives are nothing to turn your nose up about. Nothing is wrong with feeling angry about the state of things, and there sure is a helluva lot to feel angry about these days. And my dear, I think you might be mistaken in your thoughts that no one ever has anything positive to say on here. Take a look at the wordpress blog in which this post originated from, and notice that EVERY OTHER POST is a glowing review of a comics work. So, no, I’m NOT just dwelling on the negative. In fact, I’m almost always trying to shift my focus on the positive, because being angry all the time is tiring and depressing and difficult.

    However, every so often, something negative happens that you just can’t ignore. Thanks for taking the time to read my experience, regardless, and hopefully this has been somewhat informative to a few people out there. Y’all the best!

    Fucking save us from a comics scene where the kill-yr-fathers fuck-you-old-timers sentiment is generated against the likes of Ware/Clowes/Woodring/Panter/Crumb/Moebius etc. on behalf of fucking SAGA

    Also good luck explaining the current state comics to Leah Wishnia, haha, yeah, what does this collective member slash self-publisher slash comiXology employee know about comics today


  10. doopliss:

    "It’s about Comics" @ Scott Eder Gallery, and or, everything that’s wrong with everything


    This is about my experience attending a gallery opening focused on comic art. Warning, it’s pretty intense. I haven’t written anything while this pissed off in a long long longgggg while, and I’m a bit frightened I’m going to wake up to some death threats or something similar. But, well, I also think it’s important. Read on if interested.

    In which an asshole who knows less than nothing about comics, but inexplicably curated a comics show at his gallery, tries to explain comics to Leah, who tries so hard to help him out.

    One of the many frustrating things about the exchange Leah recounts is that it’s not as though she went to the opening for the purpose of sneering about “pap-pap comics” and dismissing the work of the canonical cartoonists represented. She went there because she was excited to see original art by great cartoonists. But her informed insistence that the roster of such cartoonists could and should be expanded for the purposes of a show like this still fell on deaf ears. Leah’s precisely the kind of comics maker, publisher, reader, and thinker that comics institutions should should fall all over themselves to cultivate, yet these kinds of obstacles are still in place at every turn.