News and views from the Dutch Uncle of dreamland.
The katsura leaves are releasing their sweet aroma into the arboretum; the bats are greedier; the far-away snows are dwindling. I have one little brown spot on the back of my left hand that I rub lovingly, telling it, "Welcome, welcome."
posted by Jim Woodring at 11:56 AM
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.
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Can you see bats in your neighborhood? We used to have them but the area where they used to fiend for bugs was condoed over, so now we don't see them. But K. and I both saw what might have been bats last night, so maybe they are making a comeback.
--MC
My home is filled with bats, but without them, the snakes show no fear. Even in silence I hear their raspy bat lungs gulp at the air. I hear their pointed tongues lap their pointed teeth. I hear their own parasites gnaw and climb for purchase in the dark, oily recesses of their leathery substance.
In fact, I'm off to get another sack of mosquitos and moths for the bats now. Without 'em, the bats begin to test me, my warm blood a map of temptation, my darting eyes a sign of weakness. Even my policeman's cap and nightstick will not cow them into detente.
Awesome colours
Psychedelic!
I like the "trip" back in time.
I've thought about these top like devices that pop up in your work from time to time. It's odd to imagine them being buildings/towers, each of which are perpetually spinning in place.
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