When I was an art student in the early 60's before the acid scene began I was smoking pot just like anyone else who was an artist.
I had a very diametrically opposite set of parents.
Their scrambled attention spans struck me as a metaphor for the way we get our doses of reality these days.
A full, rich drawing style is a drawback.
I went to an art school in Brooklyn and painted Fine Art, if that's what you'd call it for eight years in New York, until I saw the first underground comics in the East Village Other.
Frivolity is a stern taskmaster.
I hate Calvin and Hobbes. I think its a big re-hash of formula kid strips.
Everyone says how Calvin and Hobbes is about a real kid, to me there's nothing real about it; it's an adult using a kid's body as a mouthpiece.
My first character was Mr. Toad.
