Lessons learned from Finding Bob

Now that I’ve had a few days to process the Finding Bob show, I can relay the eight major lessons learned.

12495087_10153346182151493_5337914154805603812_n1. Trust your instincts, but don’t let them control you.  I wanted to plan the pieces out methodically… but sometimes methodically takes too long. I ended up placing the pieces within the method but not strictly.  It’s not concrete until it hardens.

2.  Editing isn’t bad… but it still kinda sucks.  In the beginning of the process, I drew several pieces on bristol… the idea being I would do a show of just paper pieces.  But, the canvases loomed… I ended up doing more canvases than bristol pieces.  When it came time to hang the pieces in the gallery, the bristol pieces I did in the beginning didn’t fit in with everything else.  I hated to take them out, but keeping them in would’ve ruined the rhythm over all.  Plus, they looked nothing like the others… the Frank Page blue used on those was different than the canvas Frank Page blue.

3.  3M strips and Fun Tak  – have quickly become my new best friends.  Thank you to Susan Colmey for introducing me to the strips.  You have no idea what you created.

4.  Make sure you can MacGuyver something to make crazy work.  I had this idea to hang clouds in the gallery space.  I had a bunch of foam core in the studio.  So, I made eight foam core clouds… four with a Bob in them, and four plain.  I just thought it would make the space look more like the paintings and drawings.  When I went to hang them in the gallery, the ladder I had wouldn’t reach the lights. Do I ditch the clouds? No.  So I got a long stick, attached a push pin to the end, wrapped a tiny bulldog clip to the end of the clear line and basically fished it over the light.  Instant sky.

Now, if a civilian were to walk into my studio and home, they’s see that there are DOZENS of Bob foam core cut-outs all over.  There are clouds on my garage door, fence and shed.  Hell, there are clouds on the ceiling of my studio.  In my world, foam core clouds  are squirrels are the norm… which leads me to

5.  If someone thinks your ordinary is awesome, go with it.  When the show opened, the attendees LOVED the clouds.  Like, really, really loved the clouds.  Someone approached me and asked if they could buy a cloud.  I honestly thought they were messing with me.
“You… want to BUY one of THOSE?”
“Yeah, how much?”
I couldn’t believe it.  But after I thought about it I understood.  My ordinary is their awesome.  Four out of the eight clouds were sold opening night.

6.  My wife and daughter are the best.  I knew this already, but reminders are nice.

7.  Appreciate the journey and the destination.  This one is a cliche but it’s true. Every. Single. Time.  I love the work.  It drives me bat-sh-t crazy.  I’m irritable in its midst.  I’m cranky.  I’m a jerk. I’m creating something pretty much out of my head and thin air.  But, I look back on it and enjoy the work.  I’m proud  of what I did.  I take in the energy and reaction of people who see it for the first time… because in a way I wish I could see it the way they see it.  You only get one first time.

8.  Suck it in, swish it around and move on.  You’re only as good as your last squirrel.  Cartoonists live and die by a deadline… both externally applied and self-applied.  The show is great, it’ll be up and around for a month.  People bought pieces from it and will give them great homes.  Take a breath and move on.  What’s next?  There’s always a next project.

This last one may seem a bit harsh but it’s true.  If I stop and think too long about what I did, I don’t think about what to do next.  I learned from what I did, not what am I going to do?

Bob plushie…

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What you see before you is a possible Bob the Squirrel plushie prototype.  Depending on the demand and several other factors, it may or may not be available for purchase.

I am EXTREMELY happy with the way he came out and hope I CAN make these available.

I’m posting this photo to see what you all think.  I commissioned Gina, of supersoxshop.com, to turn my little dream into a soft, fuzzy reality. Gina puts these pieces together one at a time by hand… meaning the quality is second to none.

What are your thoughts? You can either make a comment on the post or email me.

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Best photo ever…

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This is a photo of my daughter Lauren and I taken by my wife Lezley at Yankee Stadium, August 9, 2015.

(Aside from being a little dark) This is the best photo ever… and let me tell you why.

This photo was never supposed to happen.

For 36 years of my life, I didn’t care about sports.  I never really played them, never watched them on TV, never followed an athlete’s career… none of that.  I would catch the occasional historic moment – but only because of the hype surrounding it.  (Cal Ripken beating Gehrig’s iron horse record comes immediately to mind).

So at the age of 36.  I started liking baseball.  The reasons behind it are well documented in the comic strip.

Baseball became something Lezley, Lauren and I could share as a family.

I never thought I would ever have a family.  I mean, I had a family– aunts, uncles, cousins… but not MY own family.  Never thought I would be a father… nor did I want to be one considering the man my father was/is.  My first wife didn’t want kids, so it was a perfect fit in that sense.  It was what it was.

But then, Lezley and Lauren came into my life and swept me out of my boots.  Love is amazing.  Love is scary as hell.  I knew Lezley had a daughter when we began seeing each other… Lez and I were good friends before we became a “we”.  “We” included Lauren.  Always did.  Always would.

Having no real experience in being a “parent” I did the best I could.  I was (and will always be) determined to give Lauren the grounding and knowledge that a father needs to give… even though I still have no clue what that is.  Scary. Amazing.

On the day this photo was taken, Lauren and I were just walking to our seats.  Typically when we walk together, Lauren will grab my hand or I will put my arm around her shoulder.  It’s just something that we do.  We don’t think about it.  Lezley said she didn’t know what made her snap the image with her iPhone, she just did it.  She’s seen us do this dozens of times. It wasn’t posed.  She didn’t warn us.  In fact, I didn’t even see the image until she tagged me in it on Facebook… funny, I saw it there even though I was sitting three feet away from the photographer!

It was just Lauren and I being Lauren and I.  A moment that we share whether we’re at Yankee Stadium or getting ice cream at Nicky Doodles.  It was a father and daughter.

If the Frank from 9 years ago saw this photo, he wouldn’t know who he was looking at.

I wasn’t supposed to be a baseball fan.
I wasn’t supposed to be at Yankee Stadium.
I wasn’t supposed to be wearing a Joe DiMaggio jersey.
I wasn’t supposed to have a family.
I wasn’t supposed to be a father.
I wasn’t supposed to love my life.
I wasn’t supposed to be in love.
I wasn’t supposed to be in this picture.
I wasn’t supposed to love the picture I was in.

This photo summarizes everything I am right now. Today.  No squirrels.  No cartoons.
A father.  A husband.  A good man.

And that’s why it’s the best photo ever.

 

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