Clay the Cartoonist:

(The following is not frustration, but an artist's vision. Therefore, my editor, who shall remain nameless (Zach Becker who eats rat babies), should not take offense to anything said because I appreciate his input and thoughts.)

Comic strips are rat, bloody, pain. I've managed to tackle the beasts who lay in hiding behind editorial cartoons, but the devils who make comic stripping (I still have my clothes on) are making my life quite daft in this hour. (Goodness I love British slang) My problem is this: I want to do something different, something new, something minutely creative!

Which means I have a great deal of trouble settling with the traditional "HAHA that fat cat is eating lasagna" comic strip: No offense to Garfield, of course; You're fabulous darling, don't ever change. Wait you can't any more.

Which means that, for the present, no one understands my comic strips. What a blow that is for me. But, honestly I don't see what people don't get?! I think that they are humorous and even clever. Perhaps there-in lay the problem of over thinking them. But then that swings me about to the above self qouting and I end up regurgitating the same over done hogwash that has been recycled in cartoon-land since the fall of Roseanne Bar!

And that my friends is something I cannot allow. I've grown weary of the same old garbage: pop music with borrowed riffs from 70's classics, American cartoons who wish they were Japanese, movies like Alexander that couldn't be called art if it were lathered in feces (which can, unfortunately, classify some things as art), and over publicized nuisances like Paris Hilton. Granted, not all of the above are completely awful, but honestly how many Britney clones do we need in the world?!

I want to be different and I want to have an impact on the world around me: creative and spiritually. To my chagrin, the road I wish to travel isn't smoothed pavement with a drive through McDonald's at the end. Instead, it is one of those torn up, over grown roads with a shoddy bridge that has rotting wood planks and the trees are filled with monkeys who throw stones at me. Drat, bothersome blighters.

Luv,
Clay