Dear friends and followers of this blog’o’mine,
I find it odd that when too much happens in life, too little gets written about it. It’s also odd that when you are being your strongest, you appear to be weak and damaged.
But then, on the blog of this caricaturist, oddities abound. What is it that she hasn’t yet pushed and pulled and distorted out of shape? You, me, actors, politicians, singers, animals, even words…
But not recently.
Recently, it’s been she who was tossed about and who got all dented out of shape.
Oddly, for no reason at all, I am reminded of this cover-artwork I did some years ago.
I remember doing this cover-art for The American Spectator magazine. The requirement was complex in its simplicity – the Radio family of the 1930s/40s.
Think of it for a moment…
The toys, the clothes, the hairdo of the lady, the radio, the wallpaper….
It was fun…mostly because of my client – who gave me as much rope as he could.
But what reminded me of this cover-art was the radio.
Remember the Radio? What a wonderful thing it was. I still remember how my mom would put it one every morning while she worked in the kitchen.
Those were the days.
Magazine Cover for the June-July 2013 issue of The American Spectator Magazine
That’s all for now 🙂