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Contact: Robert Newsome / firstname.lastname@example.org / 706-614-3499
15th ANNUAL FLUKE MINI-COMICS FESTIVAL – APRIL 23rd, 2016
This year’s FLUKE Mini-Comics Festival, sponsored by Bizarro Wuxtry, Inch-High Button Guy, AdHouse Books, Sequential Artists Workshop, and Anthony Fisher Illustration will take place on Saturday, April 23rd at The 40 Watt Club, 285 West Washington Street, Athens GA from 11:00 AM until 6 PM. Admission for the public is $2.00 per person.
Exhibitor table spaces for FLUKE 2016 are now sold out. It is possible that a very small number of additional exhibition spaces will be made available. Those wishing to obtain one of these potential spaces should watch for an announcement on FLUKE’s website.
With gratitude, we acknowledge our sponsors.
- Bizarro Wuxtry (www.wuxtryrecords.com/bizarro.html)
- Inch-High Button Guy (www.facebook.com/InchHighButtonGuy)
- The Sequential Artists Workshop (sequentialartistsworkshop.org)
- AdHouse Books (www.adhousebooks.com)
- Anthony Fisher Illustration
FLUKE’s STATEMENT OF PURPOSE / MISSION
FLUKE is a mini-comic festival that has been organized by Athens-area comic artists, underground publishers, and their enthusiasts since 2002. That’s a really long time. Conceived as a venue for the discussion and exchange of timely ideas related to mini-comics, ‘zines, and other independent publications, FLUKE is not a large comic convention or advertising-saturated extravaganza. This isn't to say we don't like our share of stuff—'cause we do. However, we have kept the organization of the event as simple as possible to ensure that it remains focused on work and ideas rather than merchandising.
We’re pretty sure nobody reads these things, so here’s a paragraph from Ethan Frome: As he lay there, the window-pane that faced him, growing gradually lighter, inlaid upon the darkness a square of moon-suffused sky. A crooked tree-branch crossed it, a branch of the apple-tree under which, on summer evenings, he had sometimes found Mattie sitting when he came up from the mill. Slowly the rim of the rainy vapours caught fire and burnt away, and a pure moon swung into the blue. Ethan, rising on his elbow, watched the landscape whiten and shape itself under the sculpture of the moon. This was the night on which he was to have taken Mattie coasting, and there hung the lamp to light them! He looked out at the slopes bathed in lustre, the silver-edged darkness of the woods, the spectral purple of the hills against the sky, and it seemed as though all the beauty of the night had been poured out to mock his wretchedness...
Digital images available on requestFLUKE online: www.flukeathens.com