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Confession

Once upon about a month and a half ago I lost my backpack.

My friends told me to stay patient.

That'll it'll show up soon. 

It's not the first time I've lost some sort of stuff item.

you know? the physical objects that you place relentless emotional value on

with that in mind i knew it was gone

i didn't want to believe but i knew 

there are very few objects i hold as dear as a backpack

this one was waterproof and a rolltop

this one had a notebook of words i've only shown to a few

words that i've continually added to for two years

"follow the yellow leaves, go wherever they roam"

my favorite coffee cup. some palo santo sticks.

a lot of pens. good pens. pens are magic wands. 

also a huge chunk of art i've been saving

waiting 

to scan?

to make bigger prints?

to make duplicates?

to make more finance?

truth is i don't know

i know i began drawing as a meditation

an escape

to remember a moment

whether consciously or subconsciously 

to cope with writer's block

since losing my backpack 

i've began writing again

and the art is stacking up again

so what do i do with all of these scribblings when i'm currently drawing multiple of per day

they're my comics, my songs without words,

my story

moment by moment

a magic spell

i give it away

or i sell it

i would rather sell someone a piece of "art" for a flat $20

then keep hoarding it to myself and it possibly getting lost again

it's first come, first serve. hand signed and sent out every thursday.

so if this is kind of thing you're interested in: 

  1. find the picture you like at zzzwalking.com/abcorduroy
  2. email me (abcorduroy@gmail.com) the name of the comic (ex: sleepwalking moment sw156)
  3. if it's available i'll paypal you an invoice

if you read this far, thank you for your interest. email me if you have any questions. be free.

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