

This was just the BACK entrance!

Notice where we waited to get in.![]()
If you ever go to big comic book conventions, you’ll mostly notice the publishers. Artists lucky enough to have a popular style may be found at these publisher’s booths for a few hours during the day to sign the latest issue of whatever. Well there are lots of other styles that one can find appealing.The convention organizers, realizing that people attending the con, might actually want to meet these talented folks, have (my impression) begrudgingly set aside an area commonly called artists alley. Artists alley is usually an after thought in most conventions. Artists tend to just scrape by. I think people who create underground comics are lucky to even scrape by, they are sneaking by. Maybe even burrowing by! Then again some are doing quite well. But the majority can barely afford a table at a comic convention. So they get a discount. And as it’s true, “you get what you pay for”, they get stuck in basements, corners, and completely different floors that are hard to find unless you are looking for them. Not so true at MOCCA! I heard someone explain MOCCA as one big Artist Alley. Although bigger this year, it was more intimate, well run and almost relaxing compared to the New York Comic Con.
Some friends stopped by, Steve Ellis, Travis Louie, Dan Springer, Dave Elliot, Irene Gallo, Gregory Manchess, and a bunch more. My girl Molly Crabapple had a table next to mine. I had quite a few people who read The Week Magazine who stopped by. Lucky for me they all seemed to like my covers. I had a caricature portfolio and a black and white fantasy portfolio out on my table. Molly’s friends Kate and Ben stopped by. Ben comissioned a convention sketch. I did a portrait of him. He was my only customer as I think my prices were too high. Just as well. Sports Illustrated called with my next assignment so I started doing sketches.

Lady J watching Molly’s table.
Of course as I was going to transfer the pic I took of my sketch for SI from my camera into my laptop, the fire alarm went off! 2 hours before the con was over, they kicked EVERYONE out of the nice air conditioning and in to the 6000 Kalvin degree temperatures on the street while the fire dept. made sure no one was on fire INSIDE the building! Surprisingly, it seemed just as busy after they let us all back in 20 minutes later. Art Spiegelman stopped over at Molly’s table and had a good talk with her and Joe Stanton stopped over and talked to me before we packed up.