Sunday, June 01, 2008
About Me
- Name: Jim Woodring
- Location: Seattle, Washington, United States
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.
12 Comments:
What a great photo! It also makes my photoshop finger itchy... ...mmm, so itchy...
Documentary!?
Well... perhaps...
I'm picturing the "Ken Burns" effect now.
That's 30 long years of scruffiness.
Yes, I've been very fortunate.
that photo makes my belly ache and my feet itch.
My you've aged well!I saw you when you were in Sydney, Australia for the 'writers festival'. I thought you seemed younger and more aware than the other 'younger' cartoonist that was speaking that night. xxx
Jim Woodring in a documentary? Do tell! ;-)
Ding-dong!!-- I'm remembering when I was 8 (1977) and my travel and writing-type father bought an orange 1970 VW camper van (replete with 8 track player, storage for a case of vienna sausages and the requisite saltines) and we bopped our way on Tijauna Brass from Fort Worth, TX all the way to Cancun. Cancun hadn't quite been ruined yet from what I understand. We went to Tampico and Vera Cruz. Chichen Itza and the still-being-troweled Palenque satisfied my young archeological fascinations. The roads were horrible -- no interstates -- only 2-lane elevated highways running in between the sugar cane beds -- quite precarious when wind was catching the side of our barge. We had to carry extra gas for the last 240 mile desert stretch to Cancun as there were no gas stations. I remember ganged-up buzzards in the road indifferent to the notion of stepping aside and letting us pass. They were so surly. We brushed our teeth with Perrier and Fanta Orange and even sometimes Mission Grape over the six weeks down there and back. What an adventure. What a great time. I'll never forget it. Thanks for reminding me.
Orale! You heeepy!
Nice photo. Here in Finland they would lean on Lada, which was a common car at the time.
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