Saturday, November 19, 2011
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.
5 Comments:
Egads, it's traumatic. I see the background has flipped itself over. I see this as one page in a calendar: Jim's Spiritual Bruisings. Of course it should be an apocalyptic 2012 calendar. Ow, my ectoplasm!
It is funny how frogs, in both Woodring and Mignola worlds, tend toward violent atrocity. I always just perceive frogs as cute li'l fellers. Is this the Kermit effect for the Sesame Street epoch?
To be fair, Jim's frogs are both victims and abusers, as if human stand-ins. Mignola's frogs are just curse-laden throwbacks to the Dark Ages' misamphibianthropy.
Looking to the heavens for answers while its kind suffers under hoof. A quadrilateral of agony, from the existential, to the servile, to the suffering, to the mourning. Nature's indifference will remain.
Nice; at least they aren't broiling under a pitiless sun, but it's still pretty tough for the one who didn't hop in time. The warty steed is more obviously froglike now, and the landscape less desolate and more organically threatening. Very likely a wash of color will dawn over this scene and transform it again.
Chad, how about the frogs in RICE BOY?
I've never seen RICE BOY! Must continue the survey of fictional frogs...
So Fantastic
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