Historical Sarah Comics, Part 1

I haven't posted in over a month. That's so very highly not okay.
I just drank some coffee so I'm not going to be over thinking this post, I'm just gonna type and get it up impulsively and it'll probably turn out fairly dumb-headed.

I haven't been drawing much lately, I'm gone from Ontario now, and am hanging out in Portland Oregon for the summer with my handsome young man-slave Eliot. I get to molest him like a creepy old woman on a regular basis, and in return he seems to be fond of me. I don't understand it, but when you luck out, why over-analyze?

So the point I was getting to is that I've been moving and checking out Portland and all that, and doing a whole lot of not drawing. In fact, drawing has totally fallen out of favor with me for a while, now. I'm going to be doing some sort of art activities over the summer, but the precise form has not fully gestated yet.

So since I don't have anything exciting to post (two days ago I did two of the worst paintings that have ever been created on this earth. Should I suffer the world to see them? perhaps someday. not today.) Instead, I'm going to post some of my old works... not old as in a year or two old... oh, no, old meaning pre-art school. Dating back to those painfully self-conscious yet innocently non-self-aware days of jr. high. Some of my favorite work dates back from them. I was bursting with unfulfilled romantic yearnings, obsessions with drawing Disney characters, super social awkwardness, absolutely no writing talent, and a history of reading much too many Archie comics. A powerful brew.

Pocahontas in "High Flying Ride". Late elementary school... probably Grade 5. I drew Pocahontas obsessively. She walked the line between being my "I Want To Be Her" idol of feminine grace and charm, and my first cartoon crush. I was able to enter into her romantic world by drawing her constantly, and the comic form allowed my drawings to have that added dimension of life that story lends. Note the Archie comic-like layout and title.
This is, if memory serves me correctly, the first comic I ever created. Luckily, I can lay blame for this limp piece of writing with my childhood chum Melissa Harder. For all my future comics, however, the bad writing is all me.

Pocahontas, untitled comic. Maybe late Grade 5, or Grade 6.
Colored in pencil crayon, this time. No one understood the story of this comic. Come on, people... see, Pocahontas takes Meeko berry picking with her, because he can carry the extra berries in his cheeks. Isn't that HILARIOUS and CLEVER?
Cripes.

Pocahontas in "Just Kidding". Grade 6.
Wait, how about this for a plot- have two characters being total asses to each other over something completely petty. It's funny! The structure of this comic is really reminiscent of the one page Archie comic gags, and is a formula that I start to repeat over and over, and over again. I guess I just found the world to be a playfully cruel place.

COMING UP IN THE NEAR FUTURE:
Pocahontas engages in some ironic twists and witty word play on the original movie script; Hercules and Megera act like jerks to each other; Esmeralda is cruel to the well-meaning Phoebus; and tons of other mythological fun-filled adventures!!