Where The F*** Have I Been?

Where do I even start?

Guess I can say that 2020 was one of the best years of my life. Despite Covid-19 looming over us like a dark, fatal cloud, I think the quarantine was good in some ways. It made me realize what was important, and what wasn’t. For starters, I shocked even myself upon realizing I didn’t miss going to concerts and clubs as much as I thought. In fact, I throughly enjoyed the downtime. An added bonus was the six feet apart rule. It felt so damn good not to be squeezed in on queues just to get a loaf of bread. Oh, and I didn’t have to go to my then dayjob. It was so amazing to wake up with a nice payment from pandemic unemployment. There was no stress, no drama, just peace. It was truly lovely.

Eventually, I lost my “inspiration” to draw. I was okay with that, for a while. Figured it was time to take a break.

Then I threw out my knee in Febuary 2021. Then came the hardcore vertigo. Then came the lost of balance. Yeah, 2021 pretty much sucked. This forced me to take a good look at everything around me. Someone once told me outright: “You know a lot of assholes.” She wasn’t wrong.

That’s when I took a good look at my personally inventory. First I left the dayjob I held for six-seven years. Then I started cutting off people. Don’t mean one or two here and there. I cut off whole groups of people. Once they were gone, that’s when the healing began. Then out of the blue, I pulled the plug on my old Facebook account. No warning, no nothing. Just outright pulled the plug. Next step was to transfer out of a few more things. Basically I had become a people pleaser, living a life that wasn’t for me. Surrounding myself with fakes who were never my friends. I’m not as involved about promoting myself on social media either, but that part might change. Who knows. Right now, I’m just busy being me.

While I did attend a few concerts after pandemic restrictions were lifted, it just wasn’t the same. I used to dream of making a name for myself in the creative field, in alternative comics. Now, I dream of other things. It doesn’t mean I’ve given up on cartooning or illustration altogether. At the moment I’m re-arranging my little art studio.

Mold discovery made after new year’s celebration.

Speaking of art studios, I made a discovery right after this past New Year’s Eve. Turns out I had serious black mold in my art studio. No wonder I’d been getting sick! For now the mold has been removed. Just as I was about to start drawing again was when I made the mold discovery. I’ve been going through old art supplies, and throwing out dried out paints, pens with dried out ink, busted paint brushes, stained sketchbooks from the past…all of it, gone. I went Konmari on my place. It’ll be a while since I’m still in my Marie Kondo phase.

Now, for no reason. Here’s a logo I created for a project. Maybe I’ll get into details about this, maybe I won’t. Until next time.

Logo design, Jan. 2024.

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Micheleborg

An artist, illustrator and cartoonist from NYC. In addition, former mad mage, lousy bass player, music fanatic, midnight movie rabidness, indie comix cousin, and pop culture connoisseur with a hint of cynicism. As my good friend said: Never judge a cook by his lover, for if you do he might put a roach in yer suppa.

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