A comic about thinking too much.
The monologue is from Tom Stoppard’s Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. I wanted to use the same words but put it in a more personal situation. I guess you could say it’s kind of about how I feel about wanting to make comics, which is essentially putting people, including myself, into ‘boxes’. Having the monologue in the fridge is something of a metaphor for the fear of condemning myself to an art form that is notorious for ‘putting women on ice’ i guess we could say, but I’m crazy eager if not maybe insanely worried about putting myself there on my own terms.
Anyway! I’m trying to make more comics and tell more stories! Practicing on illustrating things that have already been written like my Live Nude Girl comic from a while back. Maybe someday I’ll write something of my own. For now though, I hope you like my interpretations!