want to read a Pam Bliss minicomic?Lots of my minicomics and other Kekionga stories are now available to read online. Just click on "READ A COMIC!" right above this message.
want to read a Kekionga story right here on the blog?This blog is full of illustrated fiction set in Kekionga and featuring the same cast of characters you find in the comics. Click on "Kekionga FICTION!" above to find a table of contents and links to all the stories.
looking for something? just type and click:
the last few posts
what manner of mysteries do I find here?
Tag Archives: art
There’s a rule of composition called “the Rule of Thirds”, which decrees that compositions divided into thirds, or which place the subject one third of the way across the frame, are more interesting than those divided in half or which … Continue reading
Macro color is hard to find in the middle of a January cold snap. But a friend offered me a chance to practice for summer garden shooting on some objects that are almost as colorful as the flowers, leaves and … Continue reading
As I’ve been reading the tributes to Alan Rickman which fill the internet (and which range from the sublime to the delightfully ridiculous), I found the answer to the question I hadn’t thought to ask. Namely, did the artist who … Continue reading
(Our now traditional post for Christmas night, an invented-on-the-spot bit of Kekionga folklore, originally posted in 2013.) One Christmas night we got home late from spending the holiday out of town. Our dog sitter left the Japanese lantern on beside … Continue reading
Our annual Christmas Eve post, featuring the drawing of the day from December 24th, 2009. This little creature in his cave, looking out into a wintry landscape, will make me think of Christmas Eve. Here’s hoping you will find whatever … Continue reading
“And they’re ours. Rudolph and the Grinch belong to everybody. But the Christmas Wolves are Kekionga’s.” Nobody had much to say to that . And so there, Iowa thought. Logic, mythic or otherwise, was one thing and beloved holiday traditions … Continue reading
“My guess,” said another voice, deep and with some kind of weird lilting accent Iowa could never quite identify, “is that the historical models were almost certainly feral dogs, perhaps of herding ancestry.” This was turning out to be quite … Continue reading
Clap. Clap. Clap. Iowa heard the “slow clap” applause behind her and didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. “Very nice, Ms. Ginsberg. Well done. You’re certainly ready to go back to Story Hour whenever you … Continue reading
“I can’t believe you’ve never heard of the Christmas Wolves.” Iowa was slightly amazed. “It must really be a local thing.” “Sorry, never heard of them,” Jack replied, shrugging in an embarassed sort of way. “They look cool, though. Very … Continue reading
Iowa Ginsberg walked through downtown Kekionga, enjoying the weekend-before-Christmas holiday atmosphere with the glorious smug relief of someone who had finished her last exam yesterday. Finals were over and it was almost Christmas—what else did a person need? Except maybe … Continue reading