Ginger and the Epic Shortcut (Comic Series #6)

A new strip which isn't so new since I had finished it during Pchum Ben Day. I was intended to post it on my blog as well as my facebook page when the sad news struck. I could be perky no more and decided to take a break. I don't want to dwell too long on my own sadness, so I figure that I should post my next strip and hope that Ginger can make everyone feel better.

This strip is about my mom and her best friend taking a shortcut home. In case you don't know, she lived not far away from the military airbase. Actually, the event was even more scary-funny, since they were convinced that the plan was going to crush on them, because it seemed too close for comfort, and my mom and her best friend tripped over each other. Just the two of them, always.

Ginger is Mourning for the Loss of Her King Father

I would like to inform you that, Camtoonista isn't going to update any new comic for this month, because I am mourning the greatest grief of our history. Our King Father has passed away and everything just feels so dark and heavy in my heart. What saddens me and Ginger the most is when the last Ginger strip was about my mother's childhood memory meeting the King and then I learned the news of our King Father passed away. Both shock and sorrow rolled into one. As a comic artist, who is still suffered from this coincidence, I feel obligated to mourn with Ginger and the rest of the Cambodians.

Ginger and the King (Comic Series #5)

I finished this one last Sunday. I think it's not a surprise anymore when I tell you it's from my mother's childhood again. When she was young, she lived around the military air base near Puchintong Airport. And this strip is based on the time she first met the king (Norodom Sihanouk), who was a young and handsome man back then. The story goes like this, my mom ran to see the cheering crowd. The protective bar was higher then her head, so she could just squeeze herself to the front. And then King Father was about to turn away before he saw her and stroked her head saying, "Oh there's this little white one here." That's the exact words the king said to my mom at that time. And she remembered it ever since.

I think at the end of the day, my mother's still the only person has such story to tell. Memories are very important, that's why when I get a grip of some comic-worthy childhood memory from my mom, I never hesitate to interpret it into art. Sometime it feels amazing to be able to do this, it's like I could relive those funny times with her.