I'm a cartoonist. I strip for a living... cartoon strips that is... I draw chuckles and silly situations for a living. Somehow, I get paid for this.
I try to find the funny side of life... write about it.... and then share. Humor is a powerful thing. N'est pas?
I love Fall… the leaves dot the ground… there’s a slight chill in the air… Judy’s sweets and home-made cookies on a plate at the Cartoonery and my door is open.
Friday, November 5, 5-8 pm.
5 East Gabilan Street, Suite 205, Oldtown Salinas
There’s treats and eats (made by Judy’s hand) … there’ll be music in the hall (by Mr. Zach Gubser)… and there’s a slew of new magnets and buttons. (My personal favorite: Drink Coffee, Make Art… or … Have You Hugged Your Squid Today?)
And all the art on the walls is half off… for those of you getting ready for that big holiday on the horizon.
FOR NEXT First Friday… special holiday cards… and gift items…. so get ready!
What a rollickin’ First Friday! Oh the joy of meeting up with old pals, meeting new pals, and sharing Squid with new readers!
RJ brought his awesome rice pudding… Mr. Riley brought some Laughing Cow… and Judy made her incredible Absinthe Cake. Deeee-lish.
It was a fun night of food and conversation… Pam from La Belle Epoche (down on Main St.) dropped by as did Spencer and some of his pals. George & Mimi, Lisa & Maria (visiting from sunny Portland), Mr. Maybe (in a spanky hat), Jared (a brand new reader) found The Cartoonery… Mr. Riley and Liz, Dave & Olga, Natalie, Paula, Spider man RJ, silly girl Zee, Chris & John (so glad you’ve resurfaced!) … and Wally among others.
Up on Squid Row Mama’s Flicker: A few more photos of this First Friday… and a TON of Vespas snapshots, which has it’s very own set now… hee hee. Obsessions are fun.
Okay, it took all day, but with the new Flickr Uploader for the Mac Desktop… all the photos that I took whilst staying in Paris are now up on the Flickr! Yup… all of them! Yee ha! or Tres Bon! Sigh, I miss Paris.
Getting our luggage down the stairs was much easier than getting them up! It’s amazing that we schlepped all this stuff around Europe by cab, train, subway, plane, and car. What was in’em? Art supplies, gifts, books, bottles of Pastis, absinthe and various other alcohol, pamphlets and maps and stuff… oh, and some clothes.
Even though the plane has long since landed, and the jet lag is beginning to fade, I have so much left to share about this trip… pictures that aren’t up, funny things that made me laugh… observances I want to note… so I will continue to post about this travel adventure… because my head will still be in the clouds long after our initial return.
A thunderstorm just swept through here. I watched as dark and gloomy clouds surrounded Sacre-Couer and streams of rain descended upon it. And just as quickly as it came in, it swept out again, dotting our apartment’s windows with just a little wet.
It’s hard to believe that today is our last day in Paris. It feels likes like we just swept through, like a Parisian thunderstorm. I feel like I could do with another week or another month. Paris feels right. And as we sat in the Jardin de Luxumbourg, Judy and I discussed just what it is to BE Parisian. I see it as an attitude and a way of seeing life. Parisians LIVE with an artistry. Life is an art. The way you dress, what you eat, how you eat and who you eat with. Seeing and being seen is most important… and the beauty of a dessert and the beauty of a painting are very much the same.
I want to take “being Parisian” home with me. I want to see life differently… to look beyond the fast food restaurants, shopping malls and freeways… to see past the SUV’s, parking lots and Mega grocery stores. I want to embrace public art, public space, and gardens with statues. I want to create Paris in my heart and in my home.
Okay… I have had a couple of glasses of French Wine (Cote du Rhone, 2008) … so if there are some errors in this blog post, you will excuse me…. (hiccup!) Also… I have a feeling that I am just going to ramble a bit. My apologies.
Wine is sooo cheap here! Geez… and it’s tastey! We have been enjoying many wines from the Rhone area. The other night we had a Clos Petite Bellane, 2005, which was very good and recommended and purchased from two fellas in the wine shop two doors down from our apartment.
The apartment here is so cute! It is small, but well laid out, well planned and well placed. There is a view of Notre Dame, and way off in the distance, Sacre-Coeur. Unfortunately, there is some scaffolding in between as a new building is going up just along the line of site. But I can hear the bells of Notre Dame in the morning and at night. Of course, like the last three places we’ve stayed, we’ve been on the top floor. Very top floor… 73 steps up to get to this apartment. BUT, the view has been nice. The rooftops of Paris are just amazing. There is actually a book out I’ve seen around here done up by an artist watercoloring the roofs of Paris.
And I have to tell you that the clouds here in Paris… hang for the artist’s eye. I have never seen clouds so wonderfully shaped, so exquisitely placed for the painter to capture, for the photographer to shoot. Nobody does clouds like Paris. I have failed to capture them properly in my sketchbook, so I have resorted to photography. All truth out, I prefer to take photographs, and then draw from the pics. It’s this stupid thing I do… I get overwhelmed a lot… I don’t do well to Plein aire painting, like Randie. I would rather take photos and then work from them. So I have taken 5 trillion photos on this trip… which is why getting them up on Flickr has been slow going.
The weather here in Paris has been much more cool than in Aix. We’ve had a bit of rain, which wasn’t a hard rain, but a soft, just-enough-to-make-you-get-out-your-umbrella rain. Tomorrow is supposed to be a bit wet, and so we will need to find an indoor activity to do… or maybe just saunter about the Latin Quarter. Each day here, we’ve had SOMEThING to do… some place to go… maybe tomorrow we’ll just hang out in a cafe… or find a dry spot and just draw. That’s what artists are supposed to do in Paris, right?
… expression is the conveyor belt of art… or is it the other way around?