Partly I Resented Being Perceived

Autobiographical Comics, I Love Them. I Love Them.

I Could Not Do What I Do If I Were Not Obsessive Compulsive To A Certain Extent. I Don't Act Clinically Ocd. I'm Not Going To Check Things So Many Times I Have To Take Drugs For It. But The Kind Of Complicated And Painstaking Work I Have To Do To Make My Drawings, It Just Kind Of Harnesses That Compulsive Energy In A Constructive Way.

But I Read Comic Books. I Read Things Like Richie Rich And Little Lulu.

The Web Is My Unconscious But It's Also A Wish -- A Fantasy Of What My Own Creativity Might Look Like If I Weren't Constantly Impeding Its Flow.

My Father Once Nearly Came To Blows With A Female Dinner Guest About Whether A Particular Patch Of Embroidery Was Fuchsia Or Magenta. But The Infinite Gradations Of Color In A Fine Sunset - From Salmon To Canary To Midnight Blue - Left Him Wordless.