When do you end it?

You may have noticed this elsewhere on the Web: I’m making zines again. I got into it when I was in Capitol Hill, Seattle, absorbing show posters and emo illustrations and trying to make my own cut with scissors, paper, xerox machines, and stick glue. Something about emo art didn’t do it for me. (Still doesn’t.) I didn’t really want to hang around in the Northwest partly because it was EVERYWHERE.

This is my series, Don’t Kick the Pigeons.