I hurt my back the other day.
I was stretching because it’s been cold and the opportunities for any good exercise have been slim.
I hurt my back. Stretching.
I used to do things, you know? I’m not yet at the age where I’m ready to admit that I don’t do things any more, but I’m right there at the age when I can hurt myself not quite doing things.
You know how they call them ‘the terrible twos’? There’s probably a name for the Fifties, too. It’s probably rude.
Seriously. Great TV? Lousy reality.
And yet, we still say stuff like “Well, I saw it on TV…”
I guess THAT’s drawing to an end.
Isn’t it nice when everyone’s on the same page… especially when no one realizes they’re even reading the same book?
So I’ve reported to you that I visited St. Simon’s Island GA, and taught a couple of classes and all. Did I tell you that I got to visit with Jack Davis and his family just a little bit?
They’re gracious and wonderful people. His wife is a wonderful lady. They’re terrific hosts, and their children and grandchildren are finer folks than you usually get to meet.
…And I totally peeked in Mr. Davis’ studio and took a shot of his Reuben Award (see if you can spot it in the photo) and his drawing table.
And if you don’t already really know who Jack Davis is, or don’t appreciate all the amazing work he’s done for all these decades, well, I think you need to Google or Bing or whatever your favorite search engine is and check it out. Chances are you’ll hit a few magazine covers or MAD magazine/comic illustrations, or movie posters, or book covers, or something that’ll make you say, “Hey! I remember seeing that!” Or, “I had a copy of that” or some similar thing.
This is where I work. Earlier I posted a photo of my light table, now here’s the computer area. Ew. I’ll get it cleaned up someday.
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