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It was a huge challenge to learn digital painting well enough so that computers don’t pop into mind when one sees one.

Berkeley Breathed

Irony can elude the genius among us, sometimes.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Elude Genius Irony
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
A mind is a terrible thing. All this evolution nonsense is making me feel like a complete APE!
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Evolution Mind
Keep in mind that in 1985, I had a potential readership of over 50 million Americans. At that time, a good portion of those were under 30.
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Mind Portions Readership
I grew up in Los Angeles and always wished I’d spent a childhood in a far different place.
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Childhood Country Different
I paint digitally now. A pity, in some ways, as the biggest price one pays is that you no longer have a finished piece of physical art to hang on a wall. I miss that terribly.
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Art Missing Wall
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
The cartooning was always just an abstraction. It was an income. It was making me famous. It was allowing me to go and do other things that I’d wanted to do.
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Abstraction Income Wanted
Liberal, shmiberal. That should be a new word. Shmiberal: one who is assumed liberal, just because he’s a professional whiner in the newspaper.
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Heart Libertarian Politics
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
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
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
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
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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Doors Eye Kids
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’d be a Libertarian, if they weren’t all a bunch of tax-dodging professional whiners.
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Bunch Libertarian Subtext

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