Tuesday, August 17, 2004

Walking the Cartoonist

Some people get their exercise by walking their dog. I get mine by walking the cartoonist. That is, myself. It's not easy. Unlike a dog, I have the ability to imagine the future, and I know how damp and tired I'll be at the end of it. But sitting in a chair all day only excites the heart when I fall out of it. So I walk.

During my walk today I noticed that I've been drawing front doors wrong. There are many things I draw incorrectly -- unlike most artists, I'm not that observant -- but today I discovered that the front door sits at least six inches above the top of the steps.

I'm pretty sure this means my walk has become a business expense.