It has taken me 6,343 strips to get to this point… and in some way I still feel like I’m faking it. Like someone is going to find out my secret and blow the whole show. Seriously.
Today Bob the Squirrel turns 19. Nineteen years ago I was in the right place at the right time with the right tools and the right desire. Funny how I ignored all that and started drawing a squirrel. Story of my life really… at least 19 years of it.
In squirrel years, a 19-year-old Bob would be past a fossil and rapidly becoming crude oil… still useful, but hard to write a comic with.
I can’t stop now, I’m just starting to understand what maybe being warmed up feels like.
Back to the roots of everything. This is a milestone in a way. Today I post the 200th image in my Family Styles series.
I say back to the roots… because that’s exactly what the work of Bill Watterson is to me. I’ve gone on and on about his lines and color work in Calvin and Hobbes for 25 years. And, I could continue to go on about it gleefully.
But I’d rather let his work to speak for itself. There’s Bill Watterson… and then there’s everyone else.