I was lucky to attend San Diego Comic Con 2014 this last weekend. I got to go in the immersive, psychedelic Meatwad dome and the [adult swim] funhouse. So crazy to think I’ve been following [adult swim] for over a decade now. I collected their promotional posters in Madison, WI right when they started out and turned them into a collage:
I love that [adult swim] has remained a source of artistic, original work for such a long time. It’s a continual source of joy for me.
But, entering the con I experienced a heavy nostalgia, recalling the magic experience that comic book shops were in my youth. The seemingly real, mystical qualities that the art and physical form of Magic cards; the bold, dramatic lines of comic book art; the colorful sensory overload of figurines… brought back memories I am so grateful for I’m nearly moved to tears.
Also took the time to sit on on two panels. The first was comic book authors discussing what got them into comics and how to get others into the medium. The second was on Afrofuturism (and the Ethno narratives of the presenters on the panel). I stayed a moment after the Afrofuturism panel to talk to one of the presenters, who I’m really excited to email and continue a conversation with!
I realized that comics never really stopped being a part of my life. I started buying comic books around age 13. In my teen years, I collected the full Mike Grell Green Arrow series that ran from 1987-1991 (I’ve still got them in my closet but I haven’t read them in years). I took a course on the graphic novel while receiving my literature degree. I’ve continued to read a few graphic novels each year since then. I’m so grateful that this medium has grown into a diverse, rich area for appreciation and exploration. I think I’m going to have to stop reading so much about fashion and go back to reading comics.