A Word of Explanation or What's So Funny?
Everything. Everything is funny--or should be.
All through the summer, I've been working on some very large drawings. They take a long time and they're too big for my scanner and I really have intended them for a show at some point along the way, rather than the ether of the internet.
They can also make me a little blue. Or they come from something in me that is a little blue. Or they're trying to capture something in the city I live in that has a tinge of blue. Or doing them, sitting alone in my apartment makes me sing the blues.
You know, figuratively; I'm not actually singing.
Mostly, I'm listening to NPR pod-casts.
It has felt completely right--healing even--but it has also been hard, which usually means it's what I'm supposed to be doing.
Still, as an antidote, I've been trying to make more cartoons--gag panels to cheer me up and make me laugh; some pop songs to turn to when the blues singers let the harp-solo go on too long.
That's what's up with all the cartoons.
In case you were wondering.