lb_lee | Art, Writing, and Comics Sampler/Index

Hello! We're LB Lee, a multivarious cyborg who makes mental health comics, draws pretty pictures, and writes about reality melting. We're also sorta in charge I guess of http://healthymultiplicity.com/ and if you want more individual data, check our profile. Abraham Riesman of Vulture called us "the best cartoonist you've never heard of." Our full essay index is here, but some highlights of our work:

Prose:

The Other Tale of John Henry
Gold and Platinum
IndyGrrl03
Quick'n'Dirty Plural History: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4 (Essay series)
Headspace Discovery and Defense

Comics:

Visual Art:

This drawing is also digital, but the environment is all black and white. Under a clear dome stand the fronting team in color: M.D., ranting about something, waves a fist at Biff, who is making a snarky remark as he gestures with a spoon he's stirring batter with; he looks much better rested this time around, and M.D. has traded out her chelsea for some buzz with crewcut and earlocks. Gigi still hasn't aged, but she now has Dorothy braids and a green sailor dress; she's pointing up at the bony lady with a curious look, while Falcon puts a protective arm over her and looks up warily... or maybe they're both just paying attention to Sneak, who is nearly whacking Falcon in the head doing a happy dance; ze's hair is shoulder length, and ze is in a pink overalls dress with a blue T-shirt. Next to zer, Rogan is going over a comic with Mac; they are both in green, Rogan a T-shirt, Mac a dress. Rogan is now quite fat, while Mac's hair is past his shoulders. Next to them, Grey signs to Bob, who watches her with curiosity and attention. She wears a chain necklace over a white collared shirt and a swirly blue vest; a notepad is in her breast pocket. Bob wears a searing silk shirt with a sci-fi sunset, city skyline, with a ringed plannet in the sky. Miranda, with her ponytail, a white collared shirt, and a black vest, takes notes. Looking over the dome, all in black and white, are Rawlin, a huge giant in black with a domino mask, and a bunch of ghosts: a two-headed sludge being, a spiral eyed, grinning person with long hair, a featureless gray silhouette, a patchwork doll, a little girl with her face blacked out, a faceless angel with stains all down its front, a dark ghost clutching a Christmas present, and a boy with dreadlocks and shadowed eyes. An enormous oak tree spreads over the rest of the page, holding up a bigger dome, outside of which are the dark swirls of the black ocean. Nestled in the branches is the bony lady, a skeleton woman with robes all in the shades of sunset; she holds a beating heart in her hands.

Clip Studio Paint

A colored pencil drawing of Biff, leaning back against a dilapidated brick wall. He and the wall are depicted in super-gray shades, and even the sky is a kind of washed out blue, but on the wall behind him blossoms an intense rainbow of graffiti--hearts in red, pink, orange, yellow, and purple, sunflower, hibiscus, daisies, and other flowers, and a pair of wings that sprout from behind his shoulders.

Colored pencil.

A watercolor and ink drawing of Falcon embracing and kissing the bony lady. She's a little taller than him, dressed in a watercolor robe in all the shades of the sunset, while he's all black and white ink crosshatching, wearing slacks and a turtleneck.

A watercolor and ink drawing of Falcon embracing and kissing the bony lady. She's a little taller than him, dressed in a watercolor robe in all the shades of the sunset, while he's all black and white ink crosshatching, wearing slacks and a turtleneck.

Falcon and the bony lady in better times. Watercolor and ink.

An ink drawing, in shades of black, white, and blue, showing Bob doing Grey's tie. Their body language is relaxed and comfortable, and they're both smiling

An ink drawing, in shades of black, white, and blue, showing Bob doing Grey's tie. Their body language is relaxed and comfortable, and they're both smiling

Digital, Clip Studio Paint

A collage of a Southeast Asian ballet dancer, dressed as Alice, dancing through a blue cloudy sky and juggling a teapot, a blue bottle, the vorpal blade, and a few heart cards (with the Queen's face on one of them), under a labyrinth superimposted with occult symbols and a huge rose. A yellow butterfly flitters, and at the bottom are the words, "And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?"

A collage of a Southeast Asian ballet dancer, dressed as Alice, dancing through a blue cloudy sky and juggling a teapot, a blue bottle, the vorpal blade, and a few heart cards (with the Queen's face on one of them), under a labyrinth superimposted with occult symbols and a huge rose. A yellow butterfly flitters, and at the bottom are the words, "And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?"

Alice collage

A pencil sketch of the MIT Stata Center, which beggars description. None of the walls are exactly parallel to each other, or perpendicular to the floor. Everything is made of different materials in different colors--bricks, concrete, mystery substance. None of the passages are straight, there are huge sticky-out bits at random parts, and the building is mocking you. Mori and Biff stand with their backs to the camera. Biff has his hands on his hips and says indignantly to Mori, this place is fucking bullshit. Mori spreads her hands and goes, what the hell, man?

Sketches of a part of MIT that I did a con in. It is a cursed place that laughs in the face of passerby, maintenance men, and linear perspective.

A floofy feathered dinosaur ostrich thing gets up in a human's face. 'You dare?' it asks. 'YOU DARE?' it then goes into a flappy floofy dance of feathery indignation, crying, 'Unworthy! UNWORTHY!'

A floofy feathered dinosaur ostrich thing gets up in a human's face. 'You dare?' it asks. 'YOU DARE?' it then goes into a flappy floofy dance of feathery indignation, crying, 'Unworthy! UNWORTHY!'

Strong-Legs's "angry chicken dance," which it performs when melodramatically offended. It's not usually this feathery, but I figured I'd put it in full mating plumage so it could indignantly floof itself to the max.

And here's Thomas's attempt at translation, including the verbal bits. (Performed because he brought it up and M.D. went, "Okay, I'll bite. What's the angry chicken dance?")

Thomas tucks his hands into chicken wings and gets up in M.D.'s face while she desperately tries not to laugh. 'Whatchu say?' he asks. 'WHATCHOO SAY?' Then he starts chicken-flapping around her, chanting, 'Off-off-off FEND!' while she doubles over laughing.

Thomas tucks his hands into chicken wings and gets up in M.D.'s face while she desperately tries not to laugh. 'Whatchu say?' he asks. 'WHATCHOO SAY?' Then he starts chicken-flapping around her, chanting, 'Off-off-off FEND!' while she doubles over laughing.

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the_broken_tower

I admire the ability to get motion, expression, full body movement, and so on across with minimal line work. You do a good job of that.

- Kronos (he/him)

lb_lee

Thanks much! I really enjoy drawing expression and gesture.

stealthsystem

I really, really adore that pic of Biff. It's amazing.
-Ashes O, from the wrong journal because I forgot my password. LOL

Thank you! It is one of my favorites of him.

starfallhaven

Strong-legs!!! I love strong-legs c:

That collage is really striking, it looks like a professional book cover tbh.

beepbird

Respect to you for managing to sketch out that MIT room! That looks like it must be a crime against architecture.

Also, love the watercolor gradient. It's a beautiful contrast to the ink.

That MIT room makes me so mad. SO MAD.

We very rarely use watercolors, but they sure are pretty!

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