Long-time subscribers know that I’ve had a Patreon page set up for Bob the Squirrel and Squirrelosophy for some time. Those that join the Bob the Squirrel Patreon Community get some pretty decent perks: sneak peeks at art before anyone else, discounts, etc.
Yesterday, I introduced Lens to the Bob Patreon. It’s like a private Bob channel for the community. Short 30 second videos of me, Bob and the world around us. See the process of creation. See the creation of process. See some other stuff… it’s all there. I will update as much as I can during the day… bearing in mind that I’m very, very, very, VERY new to video snippets (I may get my daughter to help me… if she wants)
All contributors at the $5.00 tier and higher have access to Lens video.
I want to make sure my appreciation is conveyed to my current and hopefully future supporters.
If you send $1.00 a month, I want to make sure you get at least $1.50 to $2.00 in value back.
I am well aware that budgets are stretched to the limit and beyond… I don’t want this to come off as my looking for charity… it’s not that at all.
In the coming weeks, I will be re-vamping pretty much everything in the Bob Patreon to better server the community.
I’ll keep you in the loop! And as always, thanks for your past, present and future support.
Who knew a smart-ass squirrel could be so much?
To my wife Lezley, on our fifth wedding anniversary…
Sometimes, pictures speak louder than words… so I’ll do pictures this year:
On Thursday, April 4, 2019, my grandmother Carmella Schillaci passed away. She was 86 years old.
She was a strong-willed 100% Sicilian with a icy glare who could hurl a fuzzy slipper with computer-like accuracy. She liked to brag that when she was a county hospital nurse she wouldn’t take any shit… both people and patients admired her for that. I just think she scared the hell out of them. Either way, stuff got done.
Carm, or as I would call her “Nan” (the origin of which is completely lost to me) was the daughter of uneducated, but hard-working Italian immigrants. She only spoke Italian at home… learning English after she started school. I would hear her and my Aunt Lucy speak it when they didn’t want me knowing something… both then and now the Italian language sounds like music to me…. and I wonder if they’re talking about me.
I got as far as learning the swear words… and THAT only came when I messed up. In a way, being bad built my vocabulary and exposed me to my native culture.
But, despite her humble, uneducated beginnings, my grandmother AND grandfather managed to get educations and rise above their parents. In turn, my mother became a nurse, my aunt a lawyer, my cousin is three auditions away from a Broadway career and then there’s me… I have a B.F.A., an M.F.A. and I draw a talking squirrel: three out of four isn’t bad.
When I drew political cartoons, Nan made sure she saw them whenever they were printed. Little did I know (only finding this out after Nan was moved into a skilled nursing facility) she cut every single panel out and saved them… we found four drawers filled with clippings. Hundreds of panels. We could barely get the drawers open… NO IDEA how she managed to get them shut.
She was complicated, principled, mean, angry and fragile all at the same time. She wouldn’t hesitate to give you the shirt off her back, but she’d make sure to call you an asshole while she was giving it to you.
She always wore ORANGE lipstick. I told her once to try another color… because NO ONE wore orange lipstick. (Me the fashionista and style guru… have you ever seen MY closet?) One day she put on red just to show me. It looked horrible… so I never mentioned it again. Weird. I guess that’s why color theory is still a theory.
I owe her a lot and never repaid her. That really sucks.
At least now she’s at peace. No more pain. If there is a Heaven, she’s there now… knocking on the gate and yelling: “Let me the HELL in, goddamn it!” She was a spiritual woman… really, she was.
Every single cat and dog she ever nursed and fed will be up there waiting… along with my grandfather… wondering where all these animals came from and fully aware the party is over… and Mom is home.
Love you forever Carmel… thank you for everything. Get some rest.