What is an idea made of? Of future, past and also meanwhile.
I was unable to sleep and I would stay up and draw these little cartoons. Then a friend showed them around. Before I knew it I was a cartoonist.
The thing I call ‘my mind’ seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn’t really know its tenants.
I run a tight ship, but I try and make it seem like I'm not doing that at all.
I wasn't afraid to be laughed at or be loud.
The strips are nearly effortless unless I am really emotionally upset, a wreck.