Lately, I can't shake the feeling that I've been living a dream for the last 10 years or so; I can't account for most of my 20s, and I have to continually remind myself that certain people are dead now and many of my friends have children.
As I've gotten older I've occasionally found myself nostalgic for earlier periods of solitude, though I realize that's also likely a false nostalgia, as I know there was nothing I wanted more during those periods than to not be alone, whatever that means.
My head looks like an uncooked ham with glasses.
The thing I don't understand is why so often one hears discussion of the fruits of human labor as if it's all the creation of some alien race.
Comics, at least in periodical form, exist almost entirely free of any pretense; the critical world of art hardly touches them, and they're 100% personal.
I have a preponderance to look smug in photos; something to do with the way my mouth turns up at the corners.
My grandmother was an unparalleled storyteller who gave me a preview of how life might turn out, and also fortified my empathy.
Well, there are better cartoonists now than there ever have been. I firmly believe that. There's some amazing work being done.
I believe that the development of language - of naming, categorization, conceptualization - destroys our ability to see as we age.
Cartoons are not real drawings, because they are drawings intended to be read.
Drawing on a computer doesn't make any sense to me. It's not intuitive.
I don't think of myself as an illustrator. I think of myself as a cartoonist. I write the story with pictures - I don't illustrate the story with the pictures.
My mother was always encouraging about my wanting to be an artist.
No one blames themselves if they don't understand a cartoon, as they might with a painting or 'real' art; they simply think it's a bad cartoon.
During my Austin years, I was drawing a regular strip for the University Of Texas newspaper, going to school, delivering blood, and trying to change my approach and 'style' as much as I could, since I knew that I'd calcify as I got older.
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