FRANK IN FRIZLAND
Back again for the first time ever.
posted by Jim Woodring at 4:48 PM
Friday, July 16, 2010
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.
Previous Posts
- MANHOG'S HOLIDAY REVISITED
- WORKING IT OUTRIGHT
- THE ONION KNOWS ITS OATS
- WHAT IN THE UNIFACTOR?
- LET'S CRINGE!
- SKULLFRUIT
- LIGHTLESS
- GRIST FOR THE CONGRESS OF THE ANIMALS
- THE ROAD AHEAD
- FRANK AMONG THE FAITHFUL
13 Comments:
beautiful!
It has been seen that the object of a sane upbringing is increasingly to direct all emotion towards objects which involve other people. Now basically the situation of being finite is an infinitely frustrating one, which would be expected to arouse sensations of desperation and aggression - as indeed it may sometimes be seen to do in very young children. I am aware that I must be careful, in using the word aggression, to state that I do not mean aggression directed towards people. What I mean is an impersonal drive directed against reality - it is difficult to give examples but it may be presumed that geniuses who are at all worthy of the name preserve a small degree of this. However, since all emotion must be directed towards people, it is obvious that the only form of aggression which a sane person can understand is aggression against people, which is probably better described as sadism or cruelty. -Celia Green
"the situation of being finite is an infinitely frustrating one, which would be expected to arouse sensations of desperation and aggression...an impersonal drive directed at reality..."
These words are making me feel almost sick with sudden insight. From the depths of my being I thank you, whoever you are, for posting this.
Jim, that's gorgeous. The colors are incredible. Nothing like snoozing on the porch while being serenaded by froglike beings.
Anon, artists direct a kind of aggression towards reality as they create their own versions of it. "We artists are indestructible. Even in a prison cell or concentration camp I would be almighty in my own world of art, even if I had to paint my pictures with my wet tongue on the dusty floor of my cell." - Pablo Picasso
It is nice to see a color version of this piece. There is something very comforting about seeing our friends at rest while the world keeps working.
Are the froghorns singing, or are they inhaling? Perhaps they absorb noise, feeding on the kinetic energy of your words, which die echoing in their deepest involutions.
The Monarch on the Hill looks surprised to see us. Or is it horrified by something behind us?
Just what was needed - thank you Mr Woodring.
Good post.
Is this hinting at another Jim & Bill collaboration?
That's my idea of a good time...
It's Frank, my beloved godchild.
The colors are incredible. Nothing like snoozing on the porch while being serenaded by froglike beings.
This is my new favourite cartoonist, the little roof cat with the green legs is so delightful it makes me want to jump out of the window while yelling funny sounding obscenities in Norwegian.
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