I love this image, and I forgot how much. As a teenager, I stumbled upon the cartoons of James Thurber at the public library. McPherson didn’t have a very big library and I spent a lot of time there so I suppose it was inevitable.
This cartoon summed up my general state of mind at the time so succinctly that I took the time to enlarge it to poster size (with overhead projector and Sharpie — on a “snow day”, Halloween 1991 as I recall) and hung it prominently in my bedroom. It was taped and tacked to many and varied dorm room walls until I finally gave it to someone else who admired it (wish I could remember exactly who). Since then, the cartoon has more or less faded into the background of my consciousness until just a few moments ago.
I have chosen to post every day this year so as to generate a searchable list of experiences and inspirations that influence my art work — sort of an encyclopedia of my muses. In the sometimes frantic search for new posts the tiniest recollection gets jotted down for possible future use but I am especially pleased with this rediscovery.
How reassuring to observe that though many of my beliefs and tastes of those days half my lifetime ago have been rinsed away by education and experience, the basic core of what inspires me remains recognizable and seemingly immutable.
Why this is remains a mystery.