This took quite some time to draw. I liked doing it, but I probably will never do something similar. It seems that there is no time in day to attempt anything like this. I am amazed how time has seemingly vanished or been truncated. Patience has faded away with the disappearance of time. Life was much slower in years past.
Just think of what we could accomplish if we all used 100% of our brain power. The implications are staggering. Obviously this cartoon was created with no market in mind, it was just a concept rooted in irony. Maybe Einstein used 100% of his brain power. Or maybe, he was so smart, he only needed to used 3% to look like he was using 100%. It seems likely that I have used about 2.5% of my brain power in composing this blog post. Readers may utilize even less! This is indeed a scary scenario. I don't even want to think about it anymore. This would be 0% brain power.
This is another of my personal favorites, and it goes right to the heart of what the fish know about fishing. Of course they can see that hook sticking out with its pointed warning, and this long string - what's that all about? Fish cannot be so dumb as to fall for this time and time again, but alas, they are not too bright, so fishing is not too frustrating. Any fish will bite at a worm, but rubber and other synthetics will not fool most fish. I think that is where they draw the line. You can only insult their intelligence just to a certain point, and then they say, "Go find some other sucker!"
Okay, here we go. There is no place that is off limits to the cartoonist. The cartoonist can rewrite history, and its a very freeing feeling. Just think of the possibilities. There's just too many, I can't even give any examples. But it can be very fertile creative ground. Probably even cave drawings were overly elaborated, to the point of misleading the viewer to think that the hunt was better than it was. The cave drawings seemed to show only successful hunts, since there are no visual records of Alley Oop being gored by a zebu.
Here is one of many drawings of Frodo, the cat. This was a sitting that Frodo did for me, but he got so bored of it all, he fell asleep. He was a good cat, but a little stupid (he would regularly get stuck up a tree, but he was loveable). He died in 1988 at the age of 13. There are some more drawings of him around here somewhere. I will find them!
Dreams are funny things. Those random firings of the synapse produce some wacky stories. Cartoons dreams are another stock and trade of the comic repertoire. As a cartoonist, I stereotype dreams certain ways. In reality, dreams are totally incomprehensible, and as cartoons they would be difficult to express. What would be ultimately cool is videotape of the mind whereby we could play back dreams to our conscious minds to observe, like Youtube in your brain. They still wouldn't make sense, and our rational being would just shake its head and say, "What in the world was that?"
This cartoon was created in 1986 and was soundly rejected by every magazine I sent it to, and I sent to plenty of them. It utilizes an old chestnut that cartoonists have employed since cave art, wordplay which results in ridiculous situations. Notice the period automobile. At the time, George's Bank was in the news, but I don't remember why. Perhaps there was an international dispute regarding fishing there. I simply like the idea of fish driving cars.
Maybe you have felt like this sometimes. I know that I have. No matter the time of the year, bad luck can get in my grill, and then I feel like the lowest of the low. Do we make our own luck? Is there no such thing as bad or good luck? Is fate really this thing that operates in a bubble that is invulnerable to our will? Am I asking too many questions? Well, back to the tangible world. This piece is ink with watercolor and it shows up kind of funky when photocopied. The last panel (Winter) was actually the first one done, and probably should have been placed in the upper right hand corner, so the piece would read chronologically (that thought just occurred to me). An alternate title was "Gravity: Master of Reality." Ouch!
Maybe you have felt like this sometimes. I know that I have. No matter the time of the year, bad luck can get in my grill, and then I feel like the lowest of the low. Do we make our own luck? Is there no such thing as bad or good luck? Is fate really this thing that operates in a bubble that is invulnerable to our will? Am I asking too many questions? Well, back to the tangible world. This piece is ink with watercolor and it shows up kind of funky when photocopied. The last panel (Winter) was actually the first one done, and probably should have been placed in the upper right hand corner, so the piece would read chronologically (that thought just occurred to me). An alternate title was "Gravity: Master of Reality." Ouch!
