I made a zine for Mother’s Day that you can download, print out, and fold into a booklet. See item #2 in today’s newsletter!
Don’t call it a book tour!
I’m doing a very limited number of events to promote the release of my new book Don’t Call It Art.
Monday, June 1 in Austin, Texas: BookPeople, 6PM. Details here.
Wednesday, June 3 in Nashville, Tennessee: Parnassus Books, 6:30PM. Free event, but registration required. RSVP here.
Monday, June 8 in Cleveland, Ohio: Cuyahoga County Public Library, Parma-Snow Branch, 7PM. Free event, VIP tickets available. Details here.
If you have questions about any of the events, please contact the hosts through the events page.
I like kid’s work more than work by real artists
I used this drawing by Jules (age 3 or 4 at the time) in my latest letter, “How I get into something new.”
One reader said, “I LOVE Jules’ drawing! That overshadowed everything I just read!”
The comment made me laugh, because that really was the first impulse for what became Don’t Call It Art, all those years ago: I just felt like what the kids was doing was so much more interesting than anything I was doing.
Jean Michel Basquiat once said in an interview, “I like kids’ work more than work by real artists any day.”
(That quote is in chapter 8.)
Sometimes I really can’t stand waiting on a book to be released into the world. Lingering in The Gulp.
What seems pointless
From today’s newsletter:
On Instagram, a reader asked me in response to my collages: “How do you balance making fun stuff with doing business? Do you allocate time to simpl[y] make ‘pointless’ things?” I scribbled the image above into my notebook in response, and then I got so worked up thinking about the topic that I scribbled this followup, which I’ve edited slightly:
Read more: Five things on my mind (and in my notebook)
What you once felt
A message from Alasdair Gray’s mural in the Hillhead Subway Station in Glasgow:
Do not let daily to-ing and fro-ing
to earn what we need to keep going
prevent what you once felt when wee,
hopeful and free.
(For those who don’t speak Scottish: “wee” means “little.”)
