News and views from the Dutch Uncle of dreamland.
At first I thought there was a muskrat or a piglet in the bed and that I was lying on it; but then I realized it was my right hand. I turned on the light and watched it scrabble and crawl as if it wanted to get away.
posted by Jim Woodring at 11:34 AM
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.
7 Comments:
YOU are not kidding.....always a pleasure.
This is too cool.
brilliant line-work
Cartography always leads me back where the phone rings. In the night, gaseous emissions cause billowing. With a boxer, all things are possible.
you know, whenever I look at this stuff I wonder how you get the lines so thick and so close without them blobbing up on you and turning into puddles, and that's when I come to the conclusion that yes, you really only walk among us.
I don't blame your right hand,
after the workout you gave it doing that
fantastic drawing.
The poor thing must be at wits end.
Give it a nice bath in warm mustard.
Now after it turns the handle, the frog will start vomiting up a never ending stream of liquid.
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