Tracy Williams and I collaborate on Goodbye Chains, a Western comic noir about the early days of the American labor movement and its intersectionality with the technology of the time. (Translated, it's about a Communist who blows things up.) When I draw comics, it turns out like this--which is to say, oddly.
I can be reached at bigblacksmoke (atat-walker) gmail.com.
Tracy is making me be more sociable. Why does Tracy make me do these things? And why do I listen?
I guess this’ll be a comics blog or something. Maybe it’ll be about sports, I been thinkin’ bout gettin’ back into sports. Death sports! Yeah, that’ll do!