THE ART OF “A KISS BEFORE YOU GO”
Much has been written about Danny Gregory’s new memoir, “A Kiss Before You Go”. The book is a powerful account of grief and mourning in the year following the death of Gregory’s wife Patti. The book has won acclaim in numerous reviews and has been cited as one of the top books in its category by Oprah Winfrey. But not enough has been written about the book’s graphics and their artistic achievement. This is understandable in a way: Gregory’s poignant narrative is so compelling, that it is the focus for the reader. But anyone interested in art journaling should take a careful look at these accomplished drawings, and the seamless way in which they are integrated with the text. Here are two examples of this. The first is a riff on Hokusai’s iconic “Great Wave”. Gregory uses this image as a metaphor for the waves of intense emotion which can be overwhelming in dealing with grief. The second image of a church on a black background has a more subtle connection to the narrative, an anecdote about the potential for people to atrophy, socially, in solitude. Both images have a tone of urgent spontaneity, yet both renderings are obviously grounded in an impressive technical mastery of draftsmanship and color control from a leading exponent of the art journal form. Click here to see an enlargement of these pages: http://bit.ly/UPY62O
I just got “Autobiographical Comics: life writing in pictures” by Elisabeth El Refaie, a senior lecturer at Cardiff University in the UK. It’s an academic book that discusses the work of lots of different artists (including me). It’s thrilling to be discussed alongside r.crumb, Marjane Satrapi, Joe Sacco, and Art Spiegelman. Coolest of all : it uses a drawing of mine from Everyday Matters as the cover art.
Three weeks ago, I dropped my boy off at art school in Providence, Rhode Island. It’s a trip we’ve been planning for years, maybe even decades. From the days when Jack was first able to pick up a crayon and started making marks on paper, his mom and I celebrated his creativity and put those pieces of paper into a special binder, a collection which grew to two books, then three, then a shelf-full. We didn’t have any particular plan to create an artist or designer or an illustrator; we just celebrated what seemed special about him, and let him know that if this (or drumming or soccer or World of Warcraft…) is what he really loved most, it was fine with us.
When it came time to apply to college, I told Jack that committing to an art school had risks but so did any career path. As far as I was concerned, a bigger risk would be to seek a profession that didn’t ignite his passion, to simply try to make money at something in which he had no real interest. I know too many people who have gone down this path and found little at its end. That shelf full of drawings proved that Jack had a calling, a rare thing indeed.
I borrowed a truck from a friend, loaded it with Jack’s belongings and we drove up 1-95 to RISD. After lunch in the cafeteria, I sensed that Jack was ready to take off, that he wanted to set up his room, meet his new friends and start his life. My job was done.
I had been dreading what was to follow. I have only ever lived alone for about six months — after graduating from Princeton and moving into a studio apartment on the Lower East Side. Then I got some roommates, then a girlfriend who became a wife, then a son …. and the last three decades were filled. Overnight, I was on my own again.
For a year, I had been worried about being alone in my empty apartment — empty evenings, lonely mornings, no one to talk to but my dogs and the wind. My girlfriend Jenny has been in Dallas all summer and I have been missing her sorely too.
But here’s the funny thing: I love it.
Despite all my worries and fears of dying alone in my sleep and being eaten by my dachshunds, I love being able to decide when I get up, when I got to bed and what I do in between. What I eat, what I do, whether I watch TV or read or draw or stare out the window. It’s fantastic. Time expands. I have a huge sense of accomplishment and also of being relaxed and at my own pace. And I love having a neat apartment, not having soccer equipment on the living room floor or boxer shorts in the kitchen. I don’t have to share the bathroom or the remote control or the sofa. It’s just me and two miniature hounds.
I do miss Jack. I email him, he texts me, we chat on the phone a couple of times a week. He sends me phone photos of the art he is making and tells me about his new friends, about his teachers (for the first time ever he loves them all), about how great the food is.
And he is flourishing. He works his ass off, staying up till the wee hours doing enormous assignments. His first week, he posted the following on Facebook:
a haiku about getting out of bed;
no no no no no
no no no no no no no
no no no fuck that
Then one of his new classmates uploaded this picture:
He’s going to be okay, it would seem, and so am I.
P.S. I try to avoid getting emotional about commercials but this one has been getting to me:
Clarification from Chronicle Books my wonderful publishers: my new book, A Kiss Before You Go officially shipped to the UK and Europe September 1st. The book will release in the US November 14th.