Not My First Rodeo.

Recently Rhode Island Monthly decided to run an article about me and my cartooning. Finding the notion of it strange and exciting at the same time, I ran with it in order to promote my cartoon "Knot Rite".

Running the article was decided by them some months ago. I was beginning to think they'd drop the idea when I received a phone call from an assistant art director to set up a photo shoot for the article. Darn! I had hoped it would be just my words and a cartoon. What I look like would remain a mystery. I could be an enigma. But, nay! They would take pictures of me pretending that I'm drawing and the like. Silly poses I hope don't trump my cartoons for humor.

Being that I was excited about this exposure, I decided to write about it. Then it dawned on me. This isn't my first rodeo. The UA Journal had a write up about me years ago.* It's a strange thing to have articles written up about you. On the one hand it's flattering. But on the other, I like anonymity. I like to hide behind my cartoons. But ironically, cartoons don't sell themselves. Not usually. One must sell the whole package, I suppose. The cartoonist has to be part and parcel to his creation.

Ironic. It's not my first rodeo, but each positive step forward always feels like the first.

* see picture.

Knot Rite goes green. (Lighthouse Digest March 2008)

Some "Knot Rite" cartoons.

Intro:

By trade I'm a construction worker. That is when the economy is thriving and there's work to be had. What I aspire to be is a cartoonist. To that aim I'm making some strides. I am the cartoonist for cgmagazine (Celebrating Greyhounds). Lighthouse Digest has printed one of my "green" gags. Rhode Island Monthly has plans to print one of my cartoons in the spring of 2010. The Show Dog Reporter has the same plans also for the spring. So encouraging things are happening.

My quirky, warped sense of humor has been described by some as "not right". Giving me the inspiration for the title of the cartoon; "Knot Rite".

Knot Rite is about anything. Animals, humans, relationships, puns. Anything that finds its way into my cranium looking for release in a humorous way. That's what happens with cartoonists. Things enter our minds and somehow it suffers a strange transformation and exits the mind hopefully with a new identity that people find funny. But alas, sometimes the transformation isn't complete. The result is cartoonists' Kryptonite. The uttering of the words; "I don't get it."