All Life Is A Blur Of Republicans

She Encouraged Any Artistic Impulse I Had, And My Father Discouraged Any Artistic Impulse I Had. They Took Out Their Problems With Each Other On Me And My Sister.

I Went To An Art School In Brooklyn And Painted Fine Art, If Thats What Youd Call It For Eight Years In New York, Until I Saw The First Underground Comics In The East Village Other.

Their Scrambled Attention Spans Struck Me As A Metaphor For The Way We Get Our Doses Of Reality These Days.

My First Character Was Mr. Toad.

Then I Abandoned Comics For Fine Art Because I Had Some Romantic Vision Of Being Like Vincent Van Gogh Jr.