Ze Artiste

Sorry to have another picture of me*, but Julie and I are taking a community ed oil painting class (about which Joolie Doolie has blogged before). Julie hates the class, and judging by the attitude the teacher has taken to her, I can't blame her. I feel guilty, because the teacher's perfectly nice to me, though I wish there was a little more painting and a little less talking about painting.

It's interesting being a cartoonist by trade and learning oil painting. The nature of cartooning is to work in line first and color planes second, whereas with painting (at least the way I'm learning to paint) you put in the color planes first, figure out all of the color balance, and then actually do the eyelashes and glasses and mouth line and nostrils at the very very end. Weird. Counterintuitive to the max.

I also want to take this opportunity to make it clear that the things claimed by Brittney and Max on this blog are possibly not 100% true. For instance, I don't ACTUALLY fly a helicopter to work. I fly a TRUCK that TRANSFORMS into a helicopter.

And when Shad, Kevin, Max, and I speak, words do not actually appear in floating white balloons that point tails at our head. We make sounds.

*and sorry it looks like I just woke up.