Friday, May 06, 2011

Modest Proposal Comix Artblitz Fundraiser

Brandon Huigens is one of my favorite artists (and my very favorite person). After spending a week in the hospital for kidney problems, he lost his new job and is facing a very large hospital bill and numerous upcoming doctor's appointments. He makes wonderful comics and is an incredibly talented writer, and we're trying to get by while trying to manage this whole health ordeal. If you want to see Brandon's original comics, you can go to .

If you want to help Brandon during this difficult time (OR you hate helping and you just like his art), please consider purchasing his work.

-We're currently taking pre-orders for one-of-a-kind Fruits the Cat t-shirts (which come standard in brown or cream, but if you have a color preference we'll try our best to accommodate), which are $12 for a comic of your choice or $10 for Fruits' pick (he'll make sure to pick a good one).

-You can purchase a copy of Brandon's new mini-comic, "All Yellow Dinner", for $2 (including shipping and handling, if you're not in Phoenix)

-You can purchase some of Brandon's original art pictured below.

For questions, to participate or donate, e-mail or

***We'll have all of the above on fifth street tonight (May 6, 2011) at First Friday in Downtown Phoenix! If you're on Twitter, send a tweet to @saynomorgan and tell us where to find you, send us an e-mail (thanks, smartphone notifications!) and we'll find you, or keep a look out for the loud redhead with the trike (that's me!)***


Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Climbing Uphill.

I'm getting rid of all my work to start on some new projects, and also work to help with my dad's bills (if you'd like to know more about that, please direct yourself to the previous post, "Them's the Breaks, Kid.") All work is on a name-your-own prices basis. Seriously. $5? $500? It's yours. If you have any questions about any of the work (dimensions, for example), @ me on twitter at @saynomorgan or shoot me an e-mail at: saynomorgan[at]gmail[dot]com.

As previously mentioned, a portion of the proceeds from all of my art sales in 2010 will be donated to Doctors Without Borders, Heifer International, and Boys Town National. If you have a specific charity you'd like your portion to go instead, let me know. Thanks, everyone.





















Them's the Breaks, Kid.

My dad is...sick. He's always suffered from multiple mental and physical ailments, and he doesn't have a lot.

He's my world and he drives me nuts and challenges me to be a better artist and person, and I can't imagine my life without him. On Thursday, he had a lacuner stroke (which basically means that there are seven or eight small holes in his brain that are leaking fluid into his brain), and then another on Friday morning. He had and emergency quadruple bypass in May of 2009, and as I write this, they are putting a balloon in his heart in order to try and salvage his organs. Unfortunately, I'm not a doctor and I don't know exactly what all of this means, but I've been told by the doctor that at this point, he'll have some time left, but not much.

I love my dad. I have memories (not as many as I'd like, but I've got them). My little brother's ten. His life's just starting out. He's not going to get to look out into the stadium and see my dad's face when he plays his first football game. That fucking sucks more than anything, but it's true and it breaks my heart.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

The Dark I Know Well

I don't have much to say lately. Rather, I don't have much that I care to say.

I haven't really left the house much because I've been sick. Looking forward to tomorrow's doctor's appointment; hoping some sort of functional resolution will be achieved.

Regardless, life is good and unexpected and I'm trying not to base my expectations and happiness on the actions (or potential inactions) of others. All I will say about it is that I'm enjoying what's happening and I hope that it continues.

As much as it scares me to say this, I've been reconsidering the idea of finishing my degree in state. I've spent so long wanting to get out, that the very notion that I would be better off in Arizona is...disconcerting, to say the least. Now that I'm no longer tied to Phoenix, I'm seeing all of the amazing things Phoenix has to offer. Especially in terms of a career, I think it might actually be feasible to market my art and continue to grow as an artist (a concept so foreign to me in my anti-Phoenix daze). I will, however, still continue with the application process, but I suppose it's comforting to know that I have options (that I would be happy with, no less).

Working on some work for next month. There's something just plain delightful to me about utilizing kid's art supplies to make fine art. The bits and pieces I've finished thus far are turning out quite nicely.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Don't Do Sadness

I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder. My entire life, I'd always felt this strange, unplaceable restlessness. I remember being about seven or eight and telling my mother "I feel like I'm waiting for something, but I don't know what it is. Sometimes life's just...too much." She nodded and went about her business, so I assumed that EVERYONE must feel this way all the time. It wasn't until mid-high school when I found out that wasn't the case.

Generally, I'm able to manage it and suffer through things that cause me anxiety. Recently, though, it's gotten to be too much and it's unfortunate that people are unable to really understand when I try to explain exactly what's going on. My hands get clammy, my face gets hot and I have insane nausea; my chest tightens and breathing becomes a struggle and in the midst of a panic attack, I honestly feel like I might die if I don't escape. For me, it's a feeling rooted in the unfamiliar. If I don't know exactly what's going to happen or if I feel trapped, an attack is much more likely. Sometimes, though, even comfortable and mundane situations are panic-inducing. The problem with anxiety is that there is no finite trigger. It's simply a matter of "is the stress of living going to get to me today?"

Imagine you have to carry a ten pound weight, only you can only use your shoulders. Easy enough, right? That ten pound weight is your job, let's say. Okay, now add another for every person in your family. And another for each one of your goals, and another for every regret. Getting heavy yet? Okay, add one for every bill you have and every social engagement you have for the next three months. And three more, just for the sake of it. Wait, I forgot something. Every time you try to take off a weight, some asshole's going to come by and add two more. Just because he's a dick.

At some point, you're going to be so heavy that you have to do something, anything to get out. Cue panic attack.

Being an outgoing person with agoraphobia is strange. My extroversion comes from an overwhelming desire to compensate for the fact that I'm so anxious all the time. Some days, weeks, even months are fine, but when I'm going through a bout of anxiety, it's crippling and I literally have to mentally prepare myself for hours just to leave the house. It's having negative emotional, mental, and physical effects on me, to the point where I miss important events in my loved ones (and my own) lives, I always have this uneasiness and nausea in the back of my throat, I make myself physically ill at least twice a month (as I am right now), and my shoulders and back are in a constant ache from carrying this invisible weight on my shoulders all day.

Friday, I finally bought health insurance after six years of being uninsured. As an adult, I've recused any adolescent notions I had about medication as a means of escape. I just want to be able to do the things that are important to me. I don't want to continue missing out on opportunities.

Wednesday, September 08, 2010

Is a Conjunction

A few days ago, I had this strange, heavy feeling on my shoulders. I couldn't shake it, this weight. Having experienced more than my fair share of anxiety in my twenty-four years, I couldn't understand this particular breed of restless loneliness.

And then it hit me. Fun.

I was no longer affording myself the opportunity to have fun. Fun. It was that simple. I made a promise to myself that there would be nothing but good times from here on out, and I'm holding myself to it. Just because I'm buckling down and focusing on school and my career doesn't mean I have to sacrifice my emotional well being. Spending time with Xchel, Shane, and Clif has been wonderful and refreshing and I hope it continues. I'm enjoying the company that I keep and working hard not to worry too much and overanalyze things. It's been nice, the past few days, to be able to reflect on the day and declare it a good one.

I've confirmed participation in another show for October, bringing the total to 4. In terms of the goal I set back in July (12 shows before the end of 2010), this brings the total to 9. Whether I meet my goal or not, I'm really proud of the work I've done recently. I can wholeheartedly say that I truly put myself into this work. I'm so happy about that.

Life's not so hard. It's time to cheer up.