Friday, April 07, 2017

LECTURE! SIGNING! LAST TWO WEEKS OF THE PIG AT THE FRYE!

Your Uncle Jim's bofferoo solo show at Seattle's beloved Frye Museum of Art closes April 17. Have you heard? Legendary art-world authority Ken Allan, PhD, will give an "informal" talk on the exhibition at the Frye on Saturday, April 8 at 2:00 pm, followed by a signing by Uncle Jim himself in the bookstore... where in addition to books, show-related ephemera can be had.

Monday, January 30, 2017

POOCHYTOWN MILESTONE: THE BED OF UNREASON

POOCHYTOWN MILESTONE:  THE  BED OF UNREASON


The frightening story-in-progress POOCHYTOWN recently attained an apogee of sorts. Unfortunately, since the contents of the story are unknown and as yet unknowable, the circumstances which have led to this situation must remain a secret. If this rankles, I sincerely apologize. It was felt that this image should be released as a prepatory landmark.
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Wednesday, January 11, 2017

WEATHERCRAFT IS REISSUED IN LARGER, LOFTIER DeLUXE EDITION

Just so you know, Weathercraft  won The Stranger's 2010 Genius Award for Literature, even though the story contains not a single sentence. This beautiful new edition is larger, sweeter and more genteel than the tiny vibrating original. And what a story! That hasn't changed! Manhog's epic excursion is still some of the best food for thought ever sandwiched between book covers. Rich in detail, profound in implication, etc etc. And finding the hidden OMs will keep the kids engaged during those tiresome car trips.





Monday, September 14, 2015

THUNDER BELOW THE HORIZON

Every so often it is nourishing to revisit those early,  earnest attempts at capturing on paper the incontinent emanations of youth- I am not referring to anything organic- that so enthralled their audience of one. Most examples of my own efforts perished in the conflagration, and not the ones I would have chosen, either; but as I cherish authenticity above all other virtues there is nothing I can do except honor the past as it was.

This drawing will give you an idea of the sort of chaos that pounded away at me during the days of mouse-in-the-water. Looking at it I can easily remember the pleasure I felt at getting the upper hand of the situation and dragging into the quotidian world such souvenirs of my exclusive corner of the beloved shining realm. At the time I wouldn't have traded my problems for anyone else's success; though of course I now feel differently, having realized the terrible price one pays for being isolated.

This image is circa 1968, my own Summer of Clut.

Monday, September 07, 2015

AT THE PRINTER


Yes, children, FRANK in the 3rd DIMENSION is finally at the printer! It should be in stores in early January, so if you want that holiday gift-giving frisson, pre-ordering it will have to do. As if that's bad. Charles Barnard did the 3D and you will excitedly admit it is the best and most astonishing 3D you have ever seen. Get some glasses and check this one out!

Monday, August 24, 2015

MEN

The image below was painted and abandoned because, like a dead horse at a clambake,  it just wasn't assertive enough. Know what I mean? It isn't sufficiently awful. It needs to be really, really loathsome, and it just isn't there. I need models for this one. Any offers?

Monday, August 10, 2015

I HAD A DREAM OF PERFIDY

At this point in its development the drawing lost all meaning for me and I could not remember what the point was that I was trying to convey. The girl on the tip of the tongue, the first of her clan to step onto the shore of this new world, was to be bright yellow; her parents brown and bluish. The crown, or exit-wound, shape on the frog's head was to be a translating organ; frogs can only hear the croaks of their own species. There is a pendant drawing of equally delighted people being swept into the frog's mouth. But who wants to see that?

There must have been some point to it but it has dissolved into the air and been blown away with the wind. I am ashamed.