Gustav Carlson

I think theres quite a lot to that, like a certain guided curation because even at a distance it feels a little more connected knowing someone had a hand in it.

Oh yeah, I can see the comparison point on certain things. Especially collectibles! Ive been seeing bookstores with books for sale in brown paper bags with nothing more than a genre labeled to them. Which I think is an interesting parallel or outgrowth.

Four panel comic sequence of a bee descending on a cabin and into the mouth of a sleeping boy. He swallows the bee and awakes stunned.

Toby Still Had Honey to Spare. A free Backwood Folk Halloween special. Read the full comic at Backwoodfolk.com/honey

One of those stray thoughts you present like a thesis you've had for years. Today's? Blind boxing or bagging getting more popular as a response to choice paralysis inherent in the age of the streaming/internet infinite library.

I know a lot of comic artists who look at like film composition and cinematography to see what it can bring to their own medium. Absolutely worth looking at the acting in that same degree. Maybe more vitally actually.

“Just like Braum’s” I say watching Motel Hell as Farmer Vincent explains that he only distributes within 100 miles to guarantee the freshest ingredients.

Four panel comic sequence of a bee descending on a cabin and into the mouth of a sleeping boy. He swallows the bee and awakes stunned.

Toby Still Had Honey to Spare. A free Backwood Folk Halloween special. Read the full comic at Backwoodfolk.com/honey

Title card for Toby Still Had Honey to Spare. A boy with a jug of honey sits up front as golden hands rest on his shoulder. An enormous honeybee looms behind.

TOBY STILL HAD HONEY TO SPARE.
A free Halloween comic special from Backwood Folk
www.backwoodfolk.com/honey/

Thank you!!

Title card for Toby Still Had Honey to Spare. A boy with a jug of honey sits up front as golden hands rest on his shoulder. An enormous honeybee looms behind.

TOBY STILL HAD HONEY TO SPARE.
A free Halloween comic special from Backwood Folk
www.backwoodfolk.com/honey/

A young boy in zombie make up in a goat pen with a bunch of goat kids.

My mom would sometimes just find me in zombie makeup or some costume or another failing to menace goats. Wasn’t even Halloween usually.

I don’t bemoan the loss of features on any social media too often, but some nights are a real “I’d kill for circles” Sometimes you wanna be messy in front of like twenty chill friends and absolutely no one else.

If you ever wondered who my first superhero was it was actually the Orson Welles Shadow.

At some point soon spending too much time with my grandparents listening to cassettes of depression era radio is gunna work out for me. This probably isn’t a great sign, but we work with what we get.

Local storytellers shift their inspiration to what lurks in the shadows of the Ozarks | Northwest Arkansas Democrat-Gazette When the air turns crisp and the Ozarks begin to whisper through the trees, local storytellers shift their inspiration to what lurks in the shadows — the forgotten places, the restless spirits and the...

They put it in the papers that I love Lost. (And a really lovely write up on Backwood Folk #2)

www.nwaonline.com/news/2025/oc...

Finishing out our podcast miniseries on a story of Fayetteville Real Estate, Internet forum beef, and Bigfoot. This one has it all, including a parade of some of the most prominent cryptozoologists and Bigfooters dunking on Fayetteville.

Or are they bad at spelling and actually appreciate the cover afforded by autocorrect going beyond its jurisdiction? (Hello, that one’s me)

Are they bad at spelling or -like many of us- have they given up fighting an increasingly insane and opinionated autocorrect?

Finding a nice balance of planning my A plots from the get go and just winging the B and C plots to different degrees. Keeps a direction while still allowing me something that can shift and move while I make the book.

Read the first volume of Hobtown Mystery Stories and that comic scratched an itch. Hot dang. Good stuff. Real sense of place in its setting. We love that.

My kingdom for an intuitive digital marketplace not overburdened by whatever gadget fetish the tech perverts have that week.

Sometimes I find myself idly thinking about what things would like if Comixology and Comixology Submit didn’t go the direction they did. Sometimes specifically for myself and sometimes for the entire medium.

A horned white goat stands on the wreckage of an old car. Behind the buck is a tree surrounded by dead vehicles, motorcycles, a school bus and more. Its fall, and leaves are on the ground.

The Mayor of Po'Dunk.

Coincidentally reading a lot of Charles Portis lately. And that three hour runtime on Blank Check’s True Grit episode isn’t getting any shorter if I keep pausing every time they compliment his writing to go back to reading Dog of the South.

A horned white goat stands on the wreckage of an old car. Behind the buck is a tree surrounded by dead vehicles, motorcycles, a school bus and more. Its fall, and leaves are on the ground.

The Mayor of Po'Dunk.

I always get the guy breaking his hundred on me right out the gate, always gotta plan for that guy.

A white hand holds a broken skull among a field of pink flowers. A man in a suit emerges from the skull to greet a mockingbird. A woman and man cling to the side of the skull. A horned goat watches from afar. BACKWOOD FOLK by gustav carlson ISSUE 1: Wake Up Mockingbird, Stay Awhile

Comic page from Backwood Folk 1. A man smoking a pipe on his deck in the Arkansas Ozarks. Before he exhales a smoke ring as a skeleton. A wild woman blows a kiss, sending the dust of the skeleton into the night sky.

Comic page of Backwood Folk. Benedict pointing at GPS in car and driving past a large goat. dialogue Ben: "According to this I should be here already. That's on me using modern tools in old places. And there he is. The king of old places himself. Hello Hieronymus. How long do goats live? No idea."

On the front porch of a general store Chester pins up lost dog pictures. The Three Whittlers whittle away and chat with him. The smallest whittler named Herbert carves a skeleton. Claude: Lose that Dog of your's again, chester? Chester: Dunno if she was around long enough to be considered found. Art: One of them young ladies in Uncle Foe's Flock mentioned seeing a Beagle. Chester: Ah shoot. I don't wanna deal with them tonight. The've been real riled about some thirteen stars nonsesne. 'We will ascend and leave our bodies behind for alien hermit crabs' Martha had patience for them. I do not. Herbert: Say, you're a fellow geezer. what story did your folks tell you about Fiddler's Cave? Chester: We both know I'm from Sheboygan. Herbert: So you don't know any of the stories? Chester: Figure I'm about to. Herbert: Lemme tall ya about the Phantom's Fiddle!

Hello friends! The digital edition of Backwood Folk #1 is now available at an introductory price of $2! That's a 48 page drm-free comic full of ghost town gossip, lights in the sky, and strange shapes behind the trees. Should be great for some seasonal reading! Available at giftshop.backwoodfolk.com

Multiple strips on oversized pages! Though I almost certainly had some of the weird reformatted Li'l Abner comics since merchandise for that comic is allllll over here.

Think this was legitimately my first comic book from a thrift store in a one horse town. Giant oversized prints of the Flat Top comic strip story arc. Made it feel modular in retrospect.

Everyone in my immediate life who had gotten really sick of my bigfoot research phase is gunna absolutely love that I've moved on to digging into ventriloquism history.