“There’s nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life that hasn’t appeared in a cartoon,” David Sipress was saying. The evidence is in “What’s So Funny? A Cartoonist’s Memoir,” which vividly illustrates how art can spring from angst and serve as a kind of therapy for the creator and the reader who shares the experience.
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Yet another one of Tony’s marvelous inventions:
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Two examples from our talented classmate, James P. W. Thompson, who died on August 27, 2019. Self-portrait, ca. 1965 Study co-authored by James Thompson and Barbara Wright (published in 1987)
Read articleTod Hamachek: Photography
For those who may not know it, Tod Hamachek’s work has been part of our experience as the Class of 1968 for a long time. His work figures prominently in the ’67 Gulielmensian (where he collaborated with editors Bram Jelin and Tad Piper) and is present throughout this web site (check the Events section especially). […]
Read articlePhil Recht: Fine Furniture
After having learned the basics of woodworking from my father and grandfather, I took it up as a hobby. I started to think of doing it professionally when I took some woodworking courses and found that I had some ability and could produce better work than some of the instructors. After a number of my […]
Read articleTed McMahon: Ironworks
Editor’s note Most of us know that Ted enjoyed a successful career as a pediatrician in Seattle. Fewer may know that he learned the art of ironworking, and fewer yet may know that he plays drums in a local band, with a gig each week. To top it off, he’s writing some amazing poetry that […]
Read articleOur cartoonist looks at Trumpland
My own mental health has definitely taken a hit. From late last summer through early December, I drew a topical cartoon (the Daily Cartoon) five days a week for newyorker.com. I was forced to stay extremely well-informed in order to make jokes about the very stuff that was turning my head into a dark, scary place, and wreaking havoc on my digestive system. (It’s my habit to read or watch news during meals.) At night, I lay in bed, sleepless for hours, replaying the day’s events.
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