A Line

"In writing, we strive for line quality in poetry. In drawing, we strive for poetry in line quality."

The Schulz Museum

We took Elliot up to Santa Rosa yesterday to visit his very first museum: The Charles Schulz Museum.  It was also the first time there for me and Alex – a waaaay overdue visit, considering the fact we both grew up on Peanuts and that Schulz was a major source of inspiration for me to get into cartooning. Still, it was special that we got to share this new experience together, even if Elliot is only ten months old and won't remember any of it!

Wandering around the museum and reacquainting myself with the ol' Peanuts gang felt like meeting up with very old friends. Seeing them, as well as the (recreated) studio where Schulz spent countless hours bringing them to life reminded me of my own group of friends that I created some years ago and use to write and draw about in a comic. I began to feel a little sad because I miss them all very much.

It's something I think about quite often these days. I have a great dayjob that I find incredibly rewarding, but I really do miss being able to tell my own story. And I feel being able to do that well requires more time and concentration than moonlighting will allow. At least that's the case for me – Elliot is still not the best sleeper at night. Luckily, I'm gradually finding time here and there to share these little snippet cartoons about my new adventures in family life.

Thank you again, Sparky, for the inspiration and the slight kick in the pants.

Comfort Food and Seaweed

A couple family journal sketches. We love spending time together. :)

strabismus

Just got back from my son's eye exam, and was not happy to hear the doc's recommendation.

*sigh

Let's All Go to the Drive-In

I have to admit, I've never been to a drive-In theater. I'm not entirely sure why – I can't say if it was for lack of a car, or a date! Nevertheless, I still get a great sense of nostalgia when I think of the hay day of ol' drive-ins. It's a very unique form of movie-going, quite different from watching a movie at a giant cineplex. There's ambience. There are crickets, cars in the distance, the crunching of gravel as someone makes their way to the concession stand. And of course, the sound of the film itself, projecting from a small speaker pitched outside the car window. Every film, no matter the run-time, had an intermission, and the film itself was either a pretty bad B-flick, or a suspenseful film noir piece. What's not to love? 

After putting quite a bit of time into researching and developing the doodle to celebrate the 79th Anniversary of the Opening of the First Drive-In Theater, I can say I've experienced the next best thing.... though I do intend to head out to my local Drive-In now that things are wrapped up over here. Maybe I'll even try the ol' yawn trick on the missus!