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Works by Stephanie Leibowitz

Sunday, April 18, 2010

April



Paper Bag debuted at MoCCA last weekend, for all those those interested parties. I was lucky enough to meet one of my favorite female cartoonists, Esther Pearl Watson, and leave a zine for Julia Wertz, who does Fart Party, as everyone (EVERYONE!) should know of.

Other great people who made great things and showed them at MoCCA:

Andrew Neyer, of Closed Caption Comics fame, and then some.

I fully enjoyed all the peeps over at the Sparkplug Comics table, including Austin English, Eroyn Franklin, and Nate Doyle.

Victor Kerlow. In addition to making several of his own books this year, which are available for purchase at Desert Island (BK) and Forbidden Planet, if you're in the NYC area, also found time to make a lovely drawing for Paper Bag. That thing I make.

the Incomparable Jess Ruliffson, who made a book called Keep Us Safe, is still tootin' away over at her blog and personal work. Check it out.

On that note, so is Alec Lewellyn, who published a 35 pager comic called Big Title, about professional wrestling. Check him out too.

And last but not least, I wanted to mention Joe Flood, from whom I got this mini-comic called Long Road to Liquor City, about hobos on their way to the veritable Liquor City, a town which holds the essence of Big Rock Candy Mountain. The story is solid and I love the intricacy of the drawings.

On a personal note, I've had a busy March and April. I picked up a second job, working at a bike shop, only to quite after three and a half weeks due to a particularly nasty incident involving four letter words repeatedly shouted in my direction because of the pricing of a tune-up.



I was running around like a chicken with its' head cut off for a while there. Haven't had a chance to work on many personal things, other than making bruschetta/various other dinners, reading comic books, seeing my mother, working on/printing Paper Bag. Those things count, yes?

On the plus side, I'm going to Texas this week, to visit some friends and take a general break. I'm super duper triple excited. Photographs to follow.
Oh yes, and if anyone was interested, I did make and photograph the "watermelon" cake I made, but it looked and tasted like utter crap, because I thought I'd be a genius and try to cut down an already simple recipe entitled "1-2-3-4 Cake", which makes enough batter for three layers, into a recipe that had enough for two layers instead. And I missed something and the texture was too dense, and my frosting, too sweet, and an odd texture. Definitely didn't look like a watermelon, in the end.


Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this...it will be in my head until I get into Austin on Friday morning.











Sunday, February 21, 2010

follies






Well, well. It seems that winter maybe on its last legs, but I heard today that it's supposed to snow tomorrow. Again. But that's how a real winter in New York is supposed to be, right? Hopefully it won't snow tomorrow because Lloyd Kauffman is supposed to be at Forbidden Planet....doing...nothing really of signifigance, just hanging out and being cool. I hope he has some Troma superstars with him, to really rectify this whole experience. If you haven't seen PoultryGeist or Tromeo and Juliet yet, you're missing out. Go rent them. Or buy them.
I have an extremely chapped set of lips right now and it's straight bullshit. But I know that there are at least three tubes of chapstick rolling around my room and can't bring myself to buy another one.
Tonight I'll be making watermelon cake. Pics or it didn't happen, I swear.

All I Want Is Diet Coke and a Cigarette, 2009







Sunday, January 24, 2010

something sweet:




" I knew it used to be your favorite shiny thing but you lost it in between

moves, had your mind on the cold and how you had no electricity and an

expired license and another pregnancy which your boyfriend giggled about

like embarrassed, like it was a cum stain on a friend's mattress.
I know this used to be your favorite bus stop, you used to tell the

dog who rummaged through the garbage cans you'd never be like them,

and every stab they aimed at what you loved or believed in only

reinforced what you told the mongrel as you tossed him the leftover

croissants from work and wrote long letters, hoping you wouldn't get

raped, like the bus driver said.

But shiny things make everything so heavy, and there aren't enough

boxes or pockets and after all they're only rocks or marbles anyway, and

love is sex, love is accomplishment and mental health, and nobody stabs,

you can't see the difference between defense and offense, and Jesus,

you're always so tired these days, you're almost old."

via Anna Joy via COMETBUS