News and views from the Dutch Uncle of dreamland.
Ten times it was admired and then it turned grey, but you can hardly remember that because by then you had departed for that amazing career as a painter of other men's children. Wonderful how we stayed friends all those years with nothing to work on together.
posted by Jim Woodring at 11:51 PM
I was born in the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains in Southern California and enjoyed an exciting childhood full of poetry and paroniria among the snakes, rats and tarantulas of that enchanted realm. I eventually grew into an inquisitive bearlike man who has had three exciting careers; garbage collector, merry-go-round-operator and cartoonist. Some of my work is collected in THE BOOK OF JIM, THE FRANK BOOK and SEEING THINGS (all published by Fantagraphics) and in various toys, fabrics, prints and urban legends. Thank you for your interest.
4 Comments:
Amazing!
great drawings!
Thanks...it's helping.
Here is one of my third problems:
I played the sax
By day it sounded like a feast
By night it showed me a tender side that filled me with fear
I never played the sax again
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