Lacking In Emotional Content The state of ralph emerson mcginnis
This online journal and blog is for anything that pops into my head while I'm not working on more important things. I'm a visual artist and writer. Read more about me here.
Tonight was an emotional whirlwind. Those of you who know me know how cynical I am - but tonight I was star struck like a giggling schoolgirl meeting Justin T. I went to an art show that had some of the original artwork from Mcsweeneys #13 - and I met Chris Ware. I got hot and red-faced and was shaking when I met him. I've met famous people before who I've idolized – hell, I've even slept with them. But I've never felt like that. It was intense. I could barely speak. Those of you who know me, KNOW that is a rarity. He signed my book, I shook his hand and ran out. I had to get out of there. So weird.
After that Brian and me went down the street to ATA where I endured some incredibly tedious student video "art." I was personally offended by how excruciating it was. I felt claustrophobic and fought running out. I KNEW some of the kids showing. I prayed they didn't ask me what I thought. I get very emotional about bad art.
In short it wasn’t a good night. I feel ill.
On a good note – I’ve been drawing a lot recently, and meeting Chris Ware made me feel how much I want to focus on comics. Also, he looks EXACTLY like how he draws himself.
