Last week, I found out that I'm up for a Reuben award!! This is the award the National Cartoonists Society hands out to those sun-starved individuals like me, who are usually holed up in our studios thinking and inking and generally entertaining ourselves, in between slamming ( your choice: coffee, Diet Coke, Red Bull, 5-Hour-Energy, Hydroxy Cut), and watching vampire and zombie movies. Or werewolves-fighting-vampires movies. Or heck, making those movies. (See "I Was A Zombie for the FBI," Cult Classics, Netflix, Art Director, Teresa Roberts. Well, I was one of the ADs. I think they let me do it because my mom worked at a meatpacking company and I could provide the pig guts. But I digress.)
Anyway, sometimes, when we find out that someone has taken note of our work, it TOTALLY ROCKS!!!
I get to go to an Awards Banquet, which means, I get to come out of my studio! Like Punxatawney Pete (I've renamed him, for the purpose of alliteration), I come out of the dark recesses where I'm busy making art with my funny-ness! I get to dress up and go have a fun weekend with a lot of other cartoonists and merry-makers. I hope to win an award, but (and here it comes), it really IS an honor to be nominated. By the way, if you are one of the judges, VOTE FOR ME VOTE FOR ME VOTE FOR ME VOTE FOR ME!!! Just sayin'.
I've been drawing since I was a giblet, and let's face it, we all start out as cartoonists. Some of us are just childlike enough to keep doing it. Picasso said, "We are all artists. The problem is, how to remain an artist once we grow up."
I'm sure Stan Lee has said something just as profound on his Real Heroes show, or whatever that show is called (and you'd think I know because I LOVE that show! Did you see the rubbery-armed guy?! Or the guy who eats glass?!!!! Wowza! I thought it was amazing just to be able to down a Kashi Fiber/Cardboard/Packing Materials Bar!!!)
I remember when I was a little girl, doing a whole book called "Snobby Models." I just thought models must all be snobby, because they are always posing with their noses in the air. So, I made up all these characters, and they had über-cooooool outfits on, jewelry, bags, shoes, everything. I also remember writing a poem and illustrating it with various polar bears, crayons, and other things which I thought related. I cannot believe that thing was never published. (Though, you may have seen the reality show. Tyra hosts it?)
I wrote and drew and colored all the time, through high school, through college, whenever, wherever. And, when I got out of college, I did greeting cards! And, I drew cartoons on those, too. During these years, a few people found me funny. So I started doing stand-up comedy. I liked that, too.
So, I have made my living at humor for more than two decades, and - well, I'm not rich, but I love what I do. (And, since I have nothing against being rich, I will continue to work on that, fyi.)
Funny is fun.
Rich is good.
Cartoonists and comics are very fun people (and an honor) to hang with.
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peace, y'all