"Raising the science of Humorous Illustration to an art form."
Monday, April 28, 2008
This is about me, not you.
Last year I drew a small pile of gag cartoons and sent them off to the New Yorker just to, you know, see. I thought they were good, but alas, no response. Didn't even get a rejection letter. Now that's rejection. I'm sure they're inundated with submissions, but mine were special. They were from me.
I was born to, and raised by two very caring humans on Flora Street in Wichita, Kansas who did the best they could. During my childhood, my uncanny drawing skills kept me safe in the hood. Then, after serving several arduous years at Wichita State University, my toughness and cleverness that I acquired on the streets of Wichita enabled me to escape from Wichita under a tarp in the back of a southbound livestock/art supply truck. Nestled between a pig and a pile of 11"x14" spiral bound sketchbooks I found myself seeking my fortune in Dallas, Texas. Though my fortune eluded me, I did manage to have a great time drawing funny pictures for a lot of fine folks in that fine city. I was later fortunate to make the brilliant decision to move to Nashville, Tennessee, the greatest city on the planet. I know, that's a debatable assessment of Nashville, but I really, really like it here. I'm convinced that if I could sing, play an instrument, or were good looking, I could be a country music star. Till then, I make my living drawin' funny pictures, and painting rectangular paintings.
1 comment:
Just know that you still have your loyal following.
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