I once dreamed of being a cartoonist. It's true. I would lug pencil and paper everywhere and doodle away. Even at church on Sunday morning I pursued this wish, as adults modeled their hands for me or some new notion for a superhero struck and I had to draw the uniform. On family vacations I'd park at a desk and hash out pages upon pages of illustrated tales of alien mutants and phantom skulls and fisticuffs galore.
Right around high school a shift took place when I realized I didn't have the patience to write and draw my stories. By the time I went to college the drawing had all but stopped. There were occasions of rekindled desire to draw, to continue an old, unfinished series or create a birthday gift, few and far between but a fun hobby to revisit.Here are some examples culled from a gigantic pile. One of these days (or weeks, as the case may be) I'll have to scan a complete story and post it here. There are many to select from, done mostly in a humorous vein, illustrations mixed in with collage and framed by attempts at typography. Never a dull moment, right?
