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.
Berkeley BreathedBerkeley Breathed It was a huge challenge to learn digital painting well enough so that computers don’t pop into mind when one sees one.
Berkeley BreathedBerkeley Breathed Irony can elude the genius among us, sometimes.
Berkeley BreathedBerkeley Breathed Some of us find our lives abridged even before the paperback comes out.
Berkeley BreathedBerkeley Breathed It’s not terribly dignified to have anyone seeing one laugh at one’s own material.
Berkeley BreathedBerkeley Breathed Liberal, shmiberal. That should be a new word. Shmiberal: one who is assumed liberal, just because he’s a professional whiner in the newspaper.
Berkeley BreathedBerkeley Breathed Dear Lord, I’ve been asked, nay commanded, to thank Thee for the Christmas turkey before us…
Berkeley BreathedBerkeley Breathed 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.
Berkeley BreathedBerkeley Breathed 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.
Berkeley BreathedBerkeley Breathed 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.
Berkeley BreathedBerkeley Breathed We were dirt poor but we had each other. We didn’t need much to have a lot.
Brad NeatonBrad Neaton Always show kindness and love to others. Your words might be filling the empty places in someone else heart.
Alexander KandovAlexander Kandov One quick sip of your memory I let it slip, and I go on without you.
Emma SchippersEmma Schippers If the scars on my heart were visible to the naked eye, maybe you’d think twice about inflicting more.
Laura Natoli-KearneyLaura Natoli-Kearney I am getting better at forgetting you. I am slowly but steadily learning the art of forgetting you.
Juana GarciaJuana Garcia Paper and pen petrify me, for they pierce right through me, drawing deep blue blood, leaving me utterly cold.
Shreya JoshiShreya Joshi
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