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My kids hear me behind my door, giggling like an idiot, and they roll their eyes at the blatant indignity of it all.

Berkeley Breathed

I started as a news photographer at the University Of Texas’ Daily Texan.
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Country News Photographer
If you’ll read the subtext for many of those old strips, you’ll find the heart of an old-fashioned Libertarian. And I’d be a Libertarian, if they weren’t all a bunch of tax-dodging professional whiners.
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Dodging Fashioned Libertarian Many Old Subject
The fan letters were mostly answered by professional people that’d done them for a living. And I didn’t have any daily connection with their response to my work. I didn’t have a relationship with my audience. And every artist should have it.
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Connection Fans Living Material Relationship Work
I drew the last image ever of Opus at midnight while Puccini was playing and I got rather stupid. Thirty years. A bit like saying goodbye to a child – which is ironic because I was never, never sentimental about him as many of his fans were.
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Children Goodbye Stupid
That’s the conundrum of cartoon stripping, as opposed to political cartoons. When your anger is the driving force of your drawing hand, failure follows. The anger is OK, but it has to serve the interests of the heart, frankly.
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Anger Hands Heart
Irony can elude the genius among us, sometimes.
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Elude Genius Irony
I’ll confess right here that I secretly wish I’d have drawn a strip about a little boy with a fake tiger, going for adventures throughout the universe in spaceships of his imagination.
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Adventure Boys Imagination
A mind is a terrible thing. All this evolution nonsense is making me feel like a complete APE!
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Evolution Mind
It’s not terribly dignified to have anyone seeing one laugh at one’s own material.
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Laughing Materials Seeing
The universe throws us some obvious little pitches sometimes, and we need to be awake enough not to let them slip by.
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Littles Needs Sometimes
I don’t get fan mail. It disappeared with the digital revolution.
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Digital Revolution Fans Mail
He comic page is dying; I didn’t want to go with it.
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Dying Pages Want
Dear Lord, I’ve been asked, nay commanded, to thank Thee for the Christmas turkey before us…
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Christmas Food Funny
I could draw Bloom County with my nose and pay my cleaning lady to write it, and I’d bet I wouldn’t lose 10% of my papers over the next twenty years. Such is the nature of comic-strips. Once established, their half-life is usually more than nuclear waste.
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Paper Writing Years
It was a huge challenge to learn digital painting well enough so that computers don’t pop into mind when one sees one.
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Challenges Digital Mind
The digital world has allowed me a connection with my reader that I’d never had before. I didn’t meet the people who read my material.
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Allow Artist Connection People

My kids hear me behind my door, giggling like an idiot, and they roll their eyes at the blatant indignity of it all.

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