News and views from the Dutch Uncle of dreamland.
This photograph, taken at the Friends of the Nib clubhouse by Patti Schiendelman on Hallowe'en, captures so perfectly my mouselike bearishness that I am sharing it with the whole wide world.
posted by Jim Woodring at 1:26 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.
2 Comments:
I know that face. I make it when I don't know what face to make when someone whips out a damned camera. In my face.
I believe he pretty much enjoyed the experience. Well, right up to the moment when I tased him.
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