Art to the Face #31 July 2026

ARGH. I had this ready on the 29th, and then life came flying in like a folding chair at a wrestling match. New job. New artwork. New challenges. Coming back from Madrid and immediately getting hit with every loose brick the universe had been saving for me. It has been busy here at FWACATA HQ, to say the least. A certified shitberg, really. And yes, a shitberg is exactly what it sounds like: an iceberg, but made of shit. You’re sailing along, trying to make comics, make art, pay bills, answer messages, stay human, maybe drink water once in a while—and then BOOM. Frozen mountain of nonsense right off the starboard side. But here’s the thing. We’re still here. The boat is dented. The captain is tired. The coffee is gone. But the engine is still growling, and the work is still getting made. That matters. Especially now, when everything feels expensive, exhausting, and designed to make creative people quit. That’s when making things becomes more important. Not because art magically fixes everything. It doesn’t. Art does not pay the electric bill by standing there looking cool. But art does remind us that we’re alive. It reminds us we still have hands, voices, jokes, monsters, stories, and weird little sparks the world has not crushed yet. So I’m still making comics. Still making art. Still building FWACATA one page, one panel, one strange idea at a time. Thanks for reading. Thanks for sticking around. Thanks for giving a damn. Enjoy the new work, let me know what you think, and keep going. That’s the whole trick. Keep going.