I’m much too large of a human being to have any success (or enjoyment) with rock climbing. But I have felt both the elation of scrambling up the cliff of life as well as the terror of wondering if I’ve run out of handholds. This doodle emerged while messing around with Procreate.
Know thyself. Or knot.
I wish I knew…
Old cartoon with some added color. Fact: if you sniff between the bark plates on a Jeffrey pine you get a nice vanilla smell.
Oh, Janice…
This is my first official rejection from The New Yorker. I submitted this cartoon way back in October of last year. So it appears their review time can take up to four months–wow!
I’ve submitted a couple others already and I’m trying to complete a batch of ten to send off at the same time. I think I’m better understanding the style and sense of humor they are looking for. We’ll see.
Anyway, this cartoon idea is a bit out of date…since we have pretty much moved into a new political season. But I still like it.
Reality is a bowl of soup.
A perceptive sister.
I used to have to do this as a kid. I’m sure it didn’t hurt, but I didn’t like it!
Artists are a neurotic bunch.
