My sister, brother-in-law, and I constructed and meticulously painted every inch of these glorious dinosaur-beings while I was in Wisconsin. We were inordinately proud of ourselves afterwards. (We are a very accomplished family with all our priorities firmly in place.)
Behold: Bob and Kevin, the glorious Minions. My sister and I both have a healthy obsession with these thoroughly (in)articulate and (in)competent little creatures.
Instructions (as written by self, who has no idea how this happened and am, as always, in awe of my sister’s impeccable creations):
1. Procure yarn and crochet needles and all necessary materials.
2. Be brilliant and magical with your fingers somehow.
3. Produce minions.
Much to my excitement, Alex from Graphic Policy interviewed me for a new feature they’re starting on webcomics.
Below is an excerpt–click here to read the full text!
Graphic Policy: In a nutshell, can you tell us what the strip’s about? Belle Kim: My comics record the trials and tribulations of a Korean immigrant and aspiring academic/activist whose life is consumed by grad school, teaching, and the endless desire to produce meaningful art of some sort. Basically, it’s about me and my thoroughly exciting life.
GP: How often do you update? BK: I (attempt to) update daily but occasionally skip on those days when my to-do list becomes impossibly long.
GP: How long have you been producing the strip? BK: I started posting my daily comics online in February 2015, but there is a stack of sketchbooks in my apartment somewhere that holds comics dating back to my sophomore year in college.
GP: Where did the idea for the strip come from? BK: I got into the habit of journaling in comic-form after taking a writing workshop with Lynda Barry, who is every bit as brilliant in person as you’d expect her to be once you’ve read her work. She got me to start writing and drawing again after a long hiatus. She and fellow cartoonist Alison Bechdel, who keeps meticulous records of her life and engages with the hidden potentialities of the everyday and mundane to produce breathtaking work, inspired me to begin drawing comics about my own lived experiences.
I really didn’t feel like drawing today so I turned to my father for help. Despite his initial protests that he hasn’t really attempted to draw anything since his high school art teacher smacked him over the head for meticulously labeling various parts of his own drawing in case it wasn’t clear enough for the viewers to understand, my father eventually handed me these:
His original Winnie (not pictured here because he hastily began erasing when I tried to take a picture of it) looked like a cross between a deranged rat and a worm. When I couldn’t suppress my giggle, he indignantly informed me that it was a Picasso version and a true artist would have been able to appreciate his vision.
And of course, here is his Little Prince version:
He now doodles little Winnie’s whenever he gets bored–particularly when he’s in the middle of taking a dull phone call. I’ve been finding random scraps of paper around the house that feature Winnie’s adorable face: