Now You See Me… Now You Don’t

How does an artist know himself?  Now there’s a difficult question.  I spend all my time looking at the world with the eyes of imagination.  I don’t even seem to be able to take photographs in the normal way other people do.  Maybe I should consider this self-think through the medium of pictures I have made with captions added to them?

Mickey is not actually me.  He is my “other” me, my pen name, my goofier self.

                                                      I was born in a blizzard in Mason City, Iowa in the 1950’s.

I have learned about dog poop five times a day since 2011 when we found Jade, our dog.

                                                                                                                      I was a middle school teacher for 24 of my 31 years of teaching.  I love/hate 7th Graders.

When things go wrong, I tend to make a joke about it.

I like to draw students as I saw them, not as they really were.

I always see myself as the one with the BIG pencil.

If there is goofiness around here, it is all my fault.

                                                                                           In spite of the title, I don’t know how to disappear.

I love everything Disney.

I tend not to be very much like other people.  I don’t think like they do.

                                                                                                                         In grade school, I was deeply in love with Alicia Stewart, though I never told her that, and that is not her real name.

My high school art teacher told me that when an artist draws someone, he always ends up making it look a little bit like himself.  That is because, I suppose, an artist can only draw what he knows and he really only knows himself.  That being said, this post should really look just like me.