Tuesday, December 22, 2015
I just remember sitting at a small bar table having a couple beers with Devin Sexson while he drew and I wrote some notes. The jazz review I wrote was paired with the drawings he made in the student newspaper of Montana State University in Bozeman, the Exponent.
Monday, December 21, 2015
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Sunday, November 29, 2015
Devin had a story about a box he kept under his bed in which he stored "all of his lips," and sometimes he would reach under that bed and pull out that box and put on all of his lips. The way he performed this story, reaching his arms under the bed and opening that box, made it so incredibly vivid. Then he would put on his big lips, and they were so big that he had to use his arms like a giant lip mouth in front of his face to demonstrate what it was like when all his lips went out way in front of his body, and what would happen when he would buzz those lips.
Friday, November 27, 2015
He would occasionally recite this poem at parties or bars or wherever, and his performances were always spectacular in their enthusiasm. He had a deep booming voice for such a young skinny guy, and he would tell his stories and read his poems with a mock serious authority, like he really meant it, his mussy, static-electricity charged flaming red hair making him look kind of like a poetry-spouting torch.
And here the poem is so magically turned into images, with so many amazing moments, like the lips-only mirror reflection, the odd op art earth, the Reagan-Apocalypse (apoca-lips?), the placement of the Pat Nixon ash-smudge, and those triumphant big lips in the last panel.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Devin's comics were drawn quickly, but were always staged pretty well. This is one that maybe a few people have seen because you could buy it as a postcard at Cactus Records in Bozeman, Montana in 1985. Devin told me that he wanted to print up some copies of one of his comics and one of mine and that Cactus Records on Main Street would sell them with the other usual postcards, the black and white classic photos of poets and artists, the strange comics by the nationally unknown strange comic artists. And some of those postcards we made sold. We drew them on some nicer paper and made the double borders so they would have the same appearance. The postcard that I drew that was the b-side of this adventure in printing is below.