Just keep swimming, just keep swimming. More Odin progress.
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Joe Murray
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Persistance, persistance
Joe Murray
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming. More Odin progress.
It has been the hottest and dryest summer since I arrived here in Belgium 7 years ago. Everything is brown because they dont believe in
Although I have re-touching and the post-production work ahead, I finished coloring the last frame of Odin yesterday! Two and half years of work and
Most days I’m liking the film. Some days I think it sucks. My poor daughter Daisy has to listen to me collapsing that the film
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I was trying to find an entry to comment this on, beforehand I apologize if it bothers you.
Some days ago I remembered a personal project I began during, what I was hoping to be, my last High School year, around the time when Static Cling premiered; It’s a story about an alien girl who escapes a tyrannic planet thanks to a friend and lands in someplace on earth meant to mirror California and gets adopted by a single man who’s a tv show writer and his diverse workplace friends in the 90s.
I got bothered all of the sudden some days ago because I couldn’t remember the name of some of the fictional planets in the story, it’s just been so long (7 years?!) But I had to look it up somewhere in my documents, fortunately they were.
Long story short, as generic and sitcom-y as it sounds I got carried away reading what I wrote about the story, it was so well preserved and it has so much heart and well defined scenarios I couldn’t believe my post-depression young adult self would write something so rich (for those ages and knowledge I had at the time), and that’s when it hit me.
I really let myself spiral down as low as I could after having a relapse thanks to a foul comic written by an evil man who despises every aspect of life in a vile (and petty) way and dares to call himself an artist. Having been hurt doesn’t excuse all the oozing poison in someone’s heart, or at least that’s how I see it.
I let myself forget what I’m truly capable of and maybe forgetting my own planets’ names was the sign I needed to return to the spot where my healing began. Not for nostalgia or yearning for “better times”, but because my rebirth was thanks to your work, full of meaning and heart (and some gross humor here and there I’m actually thankful for and entertained by).
The 90’s theme, the tv show writer trope, the friend group trope, it all came to me when I used to watch Rocko in the cafeteria while having breakfast before a politics class with a teacher that hated us back in 2019.
Later with Lazlo came more things and more beautifully if that’s even possible. Years later more shows came, I made more characters, more art, more and more and more. Even after that comic that ruined my life for a generous amount of time I kept creating characters who would give the comic ones get the fair endings they deserved.
I’m sorry I let myself get carried away with this nonsense, but what I’m trying to say is that I’m so happy and proud of you still bringing us your art. I love Rocko, Lazlo and Luna, I love Frog in a Suit, I love My dog Zero (reminds me a lot of my late cross-eyed siamese cat, Vinnie), I adored Fiego!!! I love art that heals instead of hurting, please never stop creating.
I think I’m gonna go watch Static Cling again, thanks for everything again… 🙏🏼❤️