I am in a course titled 'Visual Narrative Design'
in which our aim is to produce a graphic novel. These were the three proposals
I made. After so long I feel excited about drawing. I had almost forgotten the
pleasure of writing and reading and drawing.
Anyway, here they are:
People I have slept with
When I was young I fell in love with the idea
of love. I thought I was loved too little, then I thought I was loved a lot and
then; that is really now, I think I have not loved enough. But what has fuelled
my quest for love has really been its elusive nature which casts an aura of
mystery around it making it difficult to describe. Every time I think this is
it, this is love, I go on to discover that I am only further down the road to
finding out what love is than before. This novel will begin with my confusion
over lust, desire and love. I still have no answer but like the philosophical
view of truth and truth-likeness I want to show how I have never been unloved
or unloving; just closer to or further from love.
Baba
My friend recently lost her father. There
exists an odd brotherhood of people who have lost their fathers, mothers,
brothers and sisters. Odd because death brought them together and a brotherhood
because their grief has no twin in people whose parents are whole and alive if
not happy. Naturally I extended to her an invitation to this fellowship.
Experiencing her grief brought back memories of my recently dead father and as
I heard her stories I recalled the shadow of thoughts I had around the time he
died. Of all of them there is one I wish to guide me through the rest of my
life which was the hope that he had in his lifetime been the happiest he could
have been (and which secretly I know to be his childhood) and having been happy
could then stop living.
Money and I
Money fascinated me from an early age and it is only
recently that I have pierced the mask of money and seen its true nature which
is exchange. Money and exchange are one and the same. But before I arrived at
this conclusion I had correctly, yet wrongly, identified how money got things
done, got you to places and seemed to move the world around its little finger.
In a sense this is a transition from a childish perception of money to an
economic perspective. However, unlike the economic analysis of exchange I shall
adopt an anthropological state of mind to examine the relation of money to me,
a human.