"It was hell," recalls former child.
I’d have sworn you had already posted this when I put in my second comment. Anyway, I know we’re all doing what we can, but I won’t be halfway comfy on this platform until I can expand all the comments with a couple of clicks, and once things return to ‘norbal,’ I’ll be here as well.
I have noticed that my icon depends upon how I sign in. If I use Google, I end up flat on my back, looking up. This is probably a metaphor for life or something.
It’s a little easier on my tablet with my Bluetooth keyboard, but still aggravating, so thanks for your kind words, and I’ll just leave this here:
My home’s a safe where I keep safe inside;
Distance and loneness my vault. I guard my skin,
See no one, go nowhere. Here I hide
To help my chance that virus won’t creep in.
Millions like me, fending for themselves,
Each one alone within their self-scribed space,
Must venture now and then to empty shelves
And view a screen to find a friendly face.
One by one, the commons quarantine:
Wash our hands of meetings, lock our doors,
And passers on the street leave space between
Their paths, recalibrating social mores.
I know it’s right, and still it pangs my heart
To pull together from so far apart.
Also watch out for any groups of large investors.
I did get a poster of it in their shop, at least. Come to think of it, after all these years, I’ve only seen one original by him, in our local gallery. The guy was a master at crafting images that were slightly disturbing without being able to say why at first. He painted with egg tempera, which meant his art supplies had to be refrigerated between uses. At least the eggy bits.
No worries! I’m already following you. I was thinking of the ones you draw for (checking memory) Costa Rica news source? I admire your work ethic.
I call that their single standard. “We’re fine and you suck, period.”
There are several illustrations from the production in Treasures of Disney Animation Art, which came out in the 80s. I found it on a bargain table at a chain bookstore in Houston, and not long after that, we went to NYC and I headed for the Whitney Museum, where I discovered that the book must have been created as a catalog of the exhibit, because there was about 80% congruence between them (and monitors here and there to show animated sequences).
A lucky break indeed! I went in hopes of seeing George Tooker’s creepy masterpiece, “The Subway,” and when I found it wasn’t on display, I was seriously annoyed—but I just couldn’t stay annoyed with all that original art from the best minds at Disney on every side.
Bill Griffith’s Zippy rekindles the age-old controversy today:
A few years back, VIZ had that in their ‘Top Tips’: “Give yourself a nice surprise at the next wedding or funeral by putting a tenner in the pocket of your suit jacket now.”
“IN DEEPEST SYMPATHY… Loved your talk about outer space!”