In reviving this Substack, I thought I’d rethink exactly what I’m trying to accomplish here. I notice other substacks seem to have a theme, or a goal, or a point. So what is the point to Love, Joolz? My webcomic is just a collection of things that fall out of my brain. Thought barf. I never really had a goal when I started the Love, Joolz project, but it’s evolved into something higher.
Three years ago, I started working on Mark Trail, a 75-year running strip about nature conversation, animal wildlife and absolute insanity. Three years ago, we also experienced 2020 and all the flaming mess that came with that. Both of these things coming together created my art’s mission statement:
Survive Climate Change with the power of comics.
For all the screaming and yelling the capitalists and fascists are doing as they scorch our landscape, our rights and our lives, they don’t seem to have a plan to address Climate Change. And the left keeps selling us out to Big Oil. So someone in this world needs to either get your mind off things or teach you valuable things to help survive The Wave when (not if) it comes.
Now’s a great time to mention I’m a surfer. I’m a good swimmer.
I don’t know if I have all the answers, but I’m trying. Trying to share little mental health tips, gardening tips, or laughs. Also, I really love how anything I write on this thing looks like it got published in a lavish Conde-Nast periodical.
“Love, Joolz is the finest collection of webular comics and drawings of butts.”
—the best non-existent quote ever
Conde-Nast is never gonna touch me. Let me have this.
And welcome to The Apocalypse Garden!
—Love, Joolz