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And we’ve come full circle.  Who could have guessed this is where we’d end up at the start of this dream adventure?

There’s a meme going around Twitter that asks people to describe a person’s art as how it would taste.  My friend Noel posted it and I said their work would be, “Really colorful cupcakes, only all the colors have their own flavor, but they all work together. Like magic.”  Noel’s work is so full of vibrant watercolors and beautiful imagery.  They did the Tarot project I mentioned a while back as well as the comic Ignition Zero.  There’s a fun, upbeat quality to what they do as well.  Cupcakes seemed perfect.

It was a fun, silly exercise!  It made me wonder how I would describe the other kinds of art and stories I enjoy.  For instance…my all time favorite TV show, Star Trek Deep Space Nine?  Part of me wants to say Cajun food.  I mean, Sisko’s Creole Kitchen is a part of the show!  All those flavors, a merging of cuisine traditions from many different cultures.  And yet there’s a hominess to it, a comfort-food quality.  Yeah.  Creole.  That’s definitely the flavor.

What would your favorite show/book/movie/etc taste like?

…and I wouldn’t be a curious artist if I didn’t ask what you think LeyLines‘ flavor/food would be, so I’m putting that out there too.


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Leylines I think would be the bittersweet memory of Mexican Thanksgiving + Christmas at gramma + grandpa’s. A seamless blending of American and Mexican food representing a cobbled-together family on the verge of falling apart. For the rest of the time I lived in a place where contact with my family was still possible and something I desired, Thanksgiving and all other family holidays deteriorated over the years but the memories of the early years, when the sniping and backbiting went on around oblivious, tiny me and all that mattered was the food and the brief moments in between when everyone peacefully sat, said Grace, and divvied up the turkey or ham and the arroz con pollo and my grandmother’s brilliant enchiladas, never faded, and I spent that whole time trying to get back those early days. Right now Leylines feels like that, with this big mess of a family trying to separate the good from the bad and learn to live for the good moments while everything is going to hell, trying to blend two cultures, two families, and only sort of succeeding. IDK, I’m feeling philosophical this morning, and kind of caught up in feels for my gramma and stuff, but in my head, Leylines tastes like arroz con pollo and enchiladas on THanksgiving evening in a quiet, happy moment between arguments.

I want to addd, for Robin’s anxiety, that this is NOT because I think Leylines is only good some of the time, or is turbulent, or gives me bad memories. It’s solely because the comic itself has that feel, of being a series of moments strung out over a lifetime of a family slowly breaking down… but it’s also about fixing those things and going back to the roots of those happy moments, even if they didn’t actually really exist, because those moments are not a dream but a real and tangible possibility if you work for them… and eventually might become more than moments.

No worries, Miri. I 100% understood. I have very similar Thanksgiving memories. Other than Halloween (where I could indulge my creativity) Thanksgiving used to be my favorite holiday. For all my family’s dysfunction, they were excellent cooks. Thanksgiving was a time where people were prompted to be grateful, to focus on what good things we had, and to eat delicious food. I don’t remember fights on Thanksgiving (although I’m sure they happened) and recall instead people being, for rare moments, seemingly happy with themselves and others. I also understand those memories having a very bittersweet context as an adult. For me, Thanksgiving is now an anniversary time of when I cut myself off from my family. The decision had been building for a very long time, years of a million tiny little events and revelations stacking on top of each other, but it was realizing that I was looking to the holiday with absolute dread that finally tipped me from thought to action. Now Thanksgiving is often a very melancholy time. I have never regretted my decision (still think it was one of the best calls I have ever made) but I do wish that it had not been such a necessity for me. I wish my family had been healthier, that my parents could have moved beyond their own internal wounds, but sometimes that is life. Sometimes we have to take ourselves out of a situation before it kills us, and hope that it will become better on its own. I couldn’t save them. Individuals have to save themselves. I’m sure one day I will make new memories, but that kind of Thanksgiving of my childhood is gone. In a way, it was never as simple as my memory would like to believe anyway. It makes sense that my work would reflect those feelings. Ultimately, that piece of my personal story is a huge piece of the story I am writing.

I don’t think Kali expected to come on this trip and basically be the Cool Mom, but that’s totally what she is.

I’m not sure what Ley Lines would taste like, but as food, I think it would be a fancy layer cake. One of those cakes covered in a perfect layer of pretty fondant or icing, but then when you cut into it it’s got a million layers, all a different flavor, and with different jams and fillings between each layer. And you have to kind of go through it bit by bit so you get the whole experience.

hm. I don’t know what your work would taste like, but I have a good sense of the texture. There is place nearby that does stone ground chocolate. If you’re used to highly commercial chocolate than its … a little weird and gritty. But, if stone ground is what you’re seeking out, then its rare and artisinal and really special (I don’t know of anywhere else one can get this stuff).

Leylines has to be some kind of fusion cuisine. It blends storytelling and art and all kinds of varied viewpoints in a special and harmonious way. Like, not wholly one kind or the other, but the best of both. Maybe like mexican/greek? Full of flavors and robust but also crisp and clean and fresh. And olives and cheese <3

Uhm, oh dear, to me it’s like Scots food. a little dour, but filling and good. Dour as in so much drama but not DRAMA kind of thing, more like something always simmering in the background and you can just smell it. Good, solid, proper and yummy, but occasionally a mystery as to what you’re eating. Does that make sense? I think we all interpret things according to our backgrounds, though mine is more German than Scots. Scots is not a lot of sweets, but those that are there are very good. Top it all off with a dose of very good whiskey to give everything a slightly fuzzy look. The kind of thing that fills you up and makes you think about the next thing that’s coming.

That definitely makes sense! I love how you described this, and I think the word “dour” for both food and story is perfect. It immediately makes me think of overcast skies and a chill that is deep into fall on the edge of winter, but not yet there. Where you come inside and your cheeks are red from the crisp air, and the smell of a meal that’s hearty and filling and dark is the most glorious scent in the world. Ahhh…that’s my favorite time of the year. I am quite satisfied with a good dour meal.

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