I like playing with lettering. One of my favorite things to do in the strip is come up with new ways of visualizing sound. SO for the beginning of 2019, I thought i’d abandon the solid color background Bob memes and mess around with this.
I’ve been looking at stained glass work lately and though it’d be cool if there was a Bob window.
Some research and a couple of hours later I came up with this.
The antsy little kid with the bucket of crayons in me couldn’t wait to post this so here it is.
I’ll make this available as a print in the not too distant future.
I’ve decided to sweeten an already great original art deal. I will include one pack of BOB THE SQUIRREL SUNFLOWER SEEDS! (limit one pack per order) These aren’t seeds for eating (although you’d have to fight Bob on that) they’re seeds for PLANTING! These seeds were harvested from sunflowers I grew in my backyard. They’re the ones I saved from you know who (Bob).
It may be a bit too late to plant them this year but you’ll have a great piece of art and a head start on 2018!
Click on the image above or here to grab some art and get some seeds!
In keeping with the spirit of drawing more than Bob, I give you the Oneida County Courthouse… in my hometown of Rome, NY.
Life in the middle. I don’t feel it. Well, I take that back… sometimes I feel it. When I get up in the morning: the stiffness of the night takes a bit more of the morning to work out than it once had. When I look in the mirror: I’m seeing more of my forehead and less of my hair… and the hair I do see is slightly peppered with salt.
I tend to think about life way more… which is saying a lot considering I do that all the time anyway… I think about my family more… and see that priorities, proclivities, intentions, inclinations and perspectives have shifted to such a degree that… I’m just a different person. I’ve always thought about tomorrow, it’s just now there’s less tomorrow to think about.
I’ve lived long enough to see patterns and cycles complete and come back again. I’ve lived long enough to see that I am now the generation younger generations look to. Living is now attached to a responsibility I never had before. I really don’t want that responsibility, but as my mother always said, “Tough sh-t, you have to deal with it.”
As a kid, I remember grown-ups being so… grown up. I see that they were as old then as I am now. Why don’t I act like them? I don’t feel it at all.
I tend to look at the sky and clouds more. I try and jam more feeling and thoughts into my brain. Extra memories for the days I can’t make as many. I worry. I obsess. The problem with constantly thinking about tomorrow is that you neglect today. I’m working on that too.
The notion that we are all “works in progress” is more apparent to me than it ever was. We’re not perfect out of the box.
The tone of the strip is changing to reflect this part of the life cycle. It wasn’t from design, it’s just organic. I can’t help it… it goes where it goes. It’d be foolish to even try and write from the perspective of the 26-year-old who began this journey. It wouldn’t work. It is what it is: a little stiffer, more mature with a dash of experience and bitterness.
I welcome you to the dawning (and drawing) of Frank’s middle age.