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I grew up in Los Angeles and always wished I’d spent a childhood in a far different place.

Berkeley Breathed

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.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Abstraction Income Wanted
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.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Art Missing Wall
I was never asked to join the Editorial Cartoonists Of America. No fraternity would have me in college, either. I think they know something.
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America College Thinking
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.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Connection Fans Living Material Relationship Work
I knew ‘Mars Needs Moms! ‘ would be a movie seconds after the title came to mind. Similarly, I also knew that my daughter would be calling me a dork as a default term of endearment eventually.
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Daughter Mom Mother
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

Doors Eye Kids
Steve Dallas…a frat-boy lawyer who I knew in school. He’s never written me. I suspect he was shot by an annoyed girlfriend, which has saved me many legal fees.
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Boys Girlfriend School
Doonesbury had the requisite and overwhelming influence in 1980, as it did on any college cartoonist who was paying attention, of course.
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Attention College Influence
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
Cartooning is about deconstruction: you gotta tear something down to make a joke.
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Deconstruction Jokes Tears
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
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
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
He comic page is dying; I didn’t want to go with it.
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Dying Pages Want
A turkey which was no doubt a lively, intelligent bird… a social being… capable of actual affection… nuzzling its young with almost human- like compassion. Anyway, it’s dead and we’re gonna eat it. Please give our respects to its family.
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Affection Anyone Capable Country Dead Social
I started as a news photographer at the University Of Texas’ Daily Texan.
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Country News Photographer

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