Comics!

For some reason it's rare that I put comics here, despite the title of the blog.
That's because I don't finish very many comics. Well, here's one I just finished.

Something for Dad

You know you're becoming like your dad (MY dad, at least) when you feel energized by finding a rubber strap. Sometimes I see them on the road and consider stopping to pick them up. Actually, I fantasize about opening the car door and snatching them off the concrete as I pass over—an act that would be not only sanctioned but necessary in the mindscape of Hollywood, but that would lead to real-world consequences somewhere between scraped knuckles and fatal crash, accompanied by at least one blast of angry honking.

You know you're not becoming like your dad when you photograph the rubber strap you found and admire it as potential typography.

Why do I keep finding yogurt?

As the multiple snows of February recede, I am left with inexplicable yogurts. These are just two of the three unopened servings visited upon me by the lords of happenstance, found on my normal morning rounds at work. In ten years on the job, the previous yogurt tally has been zero. Now, three in two weeks. They're not even expired!

Yes, I ate the first one, before suspecting a trend. It wasn't great, but it didn't make me sick. Yet.

Sometimes it's the Plate

Angel of Death

In the olde tyme printmaking class, ye ol' printmaster used to bitch to us about many things. One was that we should not get into making the plate look cool, because all that matters is how it prints. Well, after a disappointing proof, today I'm just gonna sit here and enjoy this plate, because it looks cool. Maybe I'll just frame the damn thing, because it's soothing to behold, unlike the muddy print.

By the heavenly glow of Thomas Kinkaid, I banish myself to the Land of Shades.

Toilet Reading?

It's out, it's out!

That's what you'll say while relaxing with this new volume, a 60-page review of my etchings, engravings, woodcuts, linocuts and wood engravings. While its usefulness in the bathroom is yet untested, I'm afraid this fifteen-year compendium can be absorbed in its entirety in the span of one sitting.

Now that it's finished, I realize it shows only about half of my printmaking, but probably the better half. I'm going to set up a supplementary blog showing some apocryphal Apocrypha, new work, and whatever comes to mind.

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