I’m so cool that I let the momentous “Those Amazing Humans, #300” come and go with no hype or celebratory comments. Actually, when I look back to some of my earlier efforts, I wonder what I could’ve been thinking. Really shoddy art. I shudder with shame. But now I have evolved, through this daily discipline, to what I am today, and eventually what I will be tomorrow.
Even though I am cool, I will nonetheless, blow my own slidewhistle for a moment. A while back when I asked accomplished artist, Thomas Yeates (Tarzan, Captain Eo, Airboy, Swamp Thing, Princess of Mars) to take a look at my recent work, he was kind enough to do so. He said in an email: “Wow, Michael, you are really letting your inner Mort Drucker shine, brightly.”
If you don’t know Mort Drucker, he was one of the main talents in the Mad Magazine stable of artists from the sixties to the nineties; his specialty was dead-on celebrity caricature. So, if I can’t make any money with my art I can exist on the self-esteem calories from that one comment, for a little while.
I don’t know if I will be able to meet the standards of quality I had envisioned a while back. It is more difficult than I had imagined to be a serious artist and a serious writer at the same time. My art continues to improve while my text these days tends to consist of artfully arranged snippets from Wikipedia.
I feel a little like I am taking a course called “The Random History of Amazing Humans, 101”. It’s a fun course, I think that I am doing well, and I have learned about a lot of amazing folks. My life has been enriched by about as many intangible positives as I can handle. I tire of toiling away in obscurity and I fear I will not be able to meet my goal.
My goal, first and foremost, is to entertain and enlighten with sketches and comments on well known and unknown amazing individuals. I would hope that something about the experience of seeing my stuff would delight you enough to prompt your return to see what’s going on in my Random Atlas of Amazing Humanity.
Second, and foremost, it is what some might derisively term, a cry for help. Help with turning my talents toward worthy goals like paying for gas, utilities and skyrocketing food costs. Will draw for food! Will write for propane. Somehow I must put a bow on the horn of this random rhinocerous of creativity and take it to market. Maybe I can trade it for some magic beans.
If you like what you see here, please tell your friends, especially the rich ones who’d love to subsidize a quirky old artist and his loveable family, through tough economic times. If nothing else, please do leave comments or subscribe or anything else you can do to acknowledge my existence on this lonely stretch of the Information Highway.
I am so ready to be a phenomenon I can taste it.