We’re never ever ending, we’re just something broken turning into something else.
Saturday — November 8th, 2014

We’re never ever ending, we’re just something broken turning into something else.

Hey friends.

This site isn’t working for me anymore, hasn’t been for a while.  I’ve had a great time doing It Was Meteors over the last decade, and it’s been an incredible experience to share my work with so many people from so many different places.

The format and hosting that this site is using has been left in the dust technology and convenience-wise, and it’s going to be more work to fix it than to burn it all down and start from scratch.

Please wander over to www.ItGotAllFuckedUp.com and we’ll get with the times and give this another shot.

I still think about you sometimes.

Greetings, Dear Reader.

Hope you’ve been well.  Just thought I’d drop you a line, just because we never really talk anymore, just because I really do still think about you, quite a bit, actually, maybe more than I should sometimes.

I just wanted to let you know that –despite a rather sad absence over the last long while– I’ll be posting to this site quite a bit more in the near future, owing to a good number of projects that I’ve been plugging away at recently.   Several are illustrated, one is musical in nature, another is (dare I spill the beans?) animated.  I’m excited about all of them and even though we don’t talk as much as we should, I’m hoping you will be too.

And I guess that’s it for now.  Stay tuned.  I’m going to re-post some old It Got All Fucked Up drawings to the main crawl for the next little while, whilst I get all my ducks in a row, so to speak, and maybe some sketches and similar shit to the newsreel below.  All that will give way to some new stuff as it becomes available, and then I guess we’ll take it from there.  I know I’ve been distant these days and maybe it seems like I don’t care as much as I do, but I do.   You’re the one, Dear Reader.   You’ve always been the one.



Expozine 2012

I think this will actually be the fifth or sixth time that I’ve attended Expozine in Montreal.  When I lived there I would go as a spectator, but never had a table.

Now I live in Toronto and make the commute every year to sit and sell my wares.  In past years it has ranged from very successful to completely disastrous.  For the most part I’ve found it’s all in the planning, specifically how you get there and where you go once you arrive.

I’ve got my train tickets and hotel accomodations booked and a wicked travel guest reserved that will ensure that everything will be fun and chaotic within the confines of reason and decent judgement.

With a little luck this will be the best year ever.  I think it may be my last, so here’s hoping.

Canzine 2012

This is what I’ll be doing on Sunday.   If you live in Toronto, come by and say hey.

If you don’t live in Toronto, well, good for you.

All Empires Fall

It’s been quite a while since I’ve made a post here, for reasons ranging from the very good to the trivial.  Most of what I’m working on right now isn’t very postable, and there’s always the concern that putting my stuff up on the internet for free will devalue it later when I actually want to publish it in a physical form.  It’s one of the best and worst things about running this site, the ability to just kick things out there for the sake of doing so. Many days I just want to take the whole site down and be done with it, or at the very least start again from scratch.   Maybe most days are like that.

What’s more, when a good amount of time passes in between posts I start to dread ever coming back to this website at all, or at least having to come back and explain myself to an audience that may or may not exist anymore.

Since I changed over to the new wordpress format I’ve lost the ability to access statistics and page hits and views and all of that on the site, which is as good as it is bad, I suppose.   While I can’t track where people are coming from, who’s referring them or linking to this page, it’s actually kind of liberating to not have to worry about the graphs and numbers that go along with a website like this.  I post something and it goes out into the ether and every now and again somebody makes a comment or sends an email or says hi in one way or another.  But there’s no hard data to wade through, no hit talleys to obsess over.  And ultimately that’s why I started this site, so that I could put some stuff up here and share what I’m working on.

Returning to itwasmeteors after a long pause always helps me see what’s working and what’s not.  Mostly it’s the what’s not that stands out to me; the online store is an eternal “back in five minutes” sign and the older drawings look shitty to me now and the links are all out of date.  That’s the part that really struck me this time, the realisation that over half the sites and artists that I link to are no longer operational, or are in varying stages of dereliction.  That’s kind of reassuring, the thought that maybe it’s not just me, maybe other people get swept up and away by their own lives and don’t quite manage to do what they set out to accomplish.  Maybe most people are like that.  Maybe almost everyone.

Anyways, that’s not really the point.  The point is that although I haven’t been maintaining much of an output on this website, there’s been quite a few developments that I’m pretty excited about, and projects that will soon see the day’s light that I’m rather proud of.  I haven’t forgotten about you, whoever you are out there, if you’re even there at all, and I’m looking forward to sharing some more clever little drawings with you soon.  Stay tuned.

In the meantime, please find attached a picture from the Kensington Market Pedestrian Sunday, where I was selling some prints and greeting cards, where I met a lot of very nice people and a couple of real freakshows, where I had one of the nicest days of my whole Summer.

King of the Strawberries

This is an old comic I did a long time ago that I had linked to from my old news blog on the ancient version of this website. This comic is as autobiographical as my drawing gets, I worked on these two pages little by little over the course of weeks during the summer of 2002.  I would come home from the strawberry farm after working a 12 hour day and maybe, MAYBE get a panel finished in between dinner time and bed.  Many nights my hands actually hurt while holding the pencil from doing whatever they’d gotten me to do that day.

I thought I’d repost it here before taking some of the old features of the site down once and for all.  Enjoy.