Oh MoCCA!
This weekend was the MoCCA (Museum of Comic and Cartoon Art) Art Fest, my favorite event of the year barring possibly Christmas and my yearly bath (joking! gosh!).
It's hard for me to articulate quite why MoCCA makes me so happy... but a big part of it is certainly the joy of spending a day or two in the company of several thousand people who love beautiful comics as much as I do... and people who make beautiful comics for me to love.
I think for a lot of us who are into comics as an art form, it's a bit of a solitary pleasure, experienced on the subway reading the latest Lynda Barry book, or on the internet, writing blogs and reading scanlations. I have the extraordinary good luck to make my living in comics as an art form, but even for someone like me, who is already steeped in narrative art on a daily basis, events like MoCCA remain something special - a reminder of the sheer awesomeness of my profession, and of the reason I got into it in the first place.
So once a year I haul ass down to the Puck Building and join a crowd: a few friends, and a whole lot of strangers who feel like friends. This year was no exception. I was only there Saturday, but it was a pleasure from start to finish. Setting up the table, talking to people who came by, wandering around the floor, buying beautiful things, having meetings, seeing friends and colleagues I rarely get to see in person, meeting more new and awesome people than you can shake a mini comic at, eating dinner with old and new friends, attending the Friends of Lulu awards for the first time, going to a party in a cavernous bar, and staggering home, late but not too late, overwhelmed and blissed out.
(Plus, I got a super-secret gift of awesomeness, which is at the frame shop right now. Photos to follow when it returns.)
It's hard for me to articulate quite why MoCCA makes me so happy... but a big part of it is certainly the joy of spending a day or two in the company of several thousand people who love beautiful comics as much as I do... and people who make beautiful comics for me to love.
I think for a lot of us who are into comics as an art form, it's a bit of a solitary pleasure, experienced on the subway reading the latest Lynda Barry book, or on the internet, writing blogs and reading scanlations. I have the extraordinary good luck to make my living in comics as an art form, but even for someone like me, who is already steeped in narrative art on a daily basis, events like MoCCA remain something special - a reminder of the sheer awesomeness of my profession, and of the reason I got into it in the first place.
So once a year I haul ass down to the Puck Building and join a crowd: a few friends, and a whole lot of strangers who feel like friends. This year was no exception. I was only there Saturday, but it was a pleasure from start to finish. Setting up the table, talking to people who came by, wandering around the floor, buying beautiful things, having meetings, seeing friends and colleagues I rarely get to see in person, meeting more new and awesome people than you can shake a mini comic at, eating dinner with old and new friends, attending the Friends of Lulu awards for the first time, going to a party in a cavernous bar, and staggering home, late but not too late, overwhelmed and blissed out.
(Plus, I got a super-secret gift of awesomeness, which is at the frame shop right now. Photos to follow when it returns.)
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