I made this lil’ comic VÆRNEMAGER (COLLABORATIONIST) for the comics anthology Knivsæg (Edge Of The Knife) early spring 2015. At the time I felt my contribution was underwhelming compared to everyone else’s, but looking at it today I kind of like it – and so I thought you might wanted to read it too.
A long long time ago I used to read this blog. At a time when blogs went from exciting new stuff to boring repetition (yes, I know, look who’s talking) it was different. And it was good. It was supposedly about having a concussion, but it read more like a story about being alienated, losing all plans, love and confusion. Mostly it was about love, and best of all – it was hilarious. I loved it.
It became my go-to argument when debating whether a blog could be literature or not, because it worked every time. People ended up agreeing, how could they not? This indeed was literature and it was amazing.
I heard that people in fancy literature circles were getting together to send the author a ton of presents one Christmas, though most of them didn’t even know her. At first it made me jealous – imagine being fancy enough to just send people things! Then I realized how incredibly lazy I was just thinking all of these things and never sharing my thoughts with the one who actually deserved to know.
So I wrote her a Christmas card and mailed it. The next day, just about the time when my card must have reached her, I received a card from her. The words in the cards were almost the same – we were sending each other fan mail simultaneously!
Of course we had to become friends. And of course the blog had to become a book. And yes, I do want you to read it. Not (just) because she is my friend, but because the book is amazing. I have never had a concussion, but stress and depression certainly has changed my life – it still is and I hate it, and that’s why I need this book. It’s more Erland Loe than self help or “tales from a very sad illness”. It’s relatable and also it’s just a great read.
Warning: The last few pages in the book are so moving. I read them only when I feel very robust, and then I still can’t read them without crying. They are so full of hope and love, and really that can be hard to find when you need it the most.
Also: Besides from buying the book, you should send at least one Christmas card this year.
I kept thinking “I WILL draw the last few days as well”, but somehow busy always ends up being the theme of my life, so here are a few pictures of the last day off with Henriette and a bunch of huge trees.
Boulder Creek – so authentic. Here people still greet you with a nod and the hand on their cowboy hat. I use the word “still” without having the faintest idea about how people in this place used to greet each other.
Me and a giant redwood tree. Not one of the fancy ones behind a fence, but still dang pretty.
Are huge trees old? Yes, huge trees are old.
It’s impossible to give a feeling of how tall they actually are, but notice the cars in front of them for comparison.
This crotch-in-your-face-lady-tree is called Mother of the forest.
What do you need the most when you are walking around redwoods in awe of nature? The answer is cheap merchandise. They get this in California.
Nature with mountains always wins.