Humpaford the Duck, by Chris Onstad, age 10. Birthday Card on Piece of Paper, 8.5"x11".
My father unearthed this little "piece of history" last Thursday while going through a box of things my beloved Grandma Marva had saved.
Perhaps the earliest champion of what she recognized as a marginal and unwilling ability in art, Marva once caught me clumsily drawing some of their yard plants on a sheet of typewriter paper and promptly drove me down the hill to buy me a Mead Academie drawing pad at Long's Drugs. What followed were a couple shitty sketches that looked like they were fretted over by a kid whose nervous system was awash in Clorox and bee stings. Sensing that the continued practice of art would simply lead to commensurate unhappiness, I soon abandoned it.
My appetite for sustained discomfort and inaudible feedback would not rise up again until I began Achewood, many years later.
Scholars will note that I clearly owned at least one The Far Side book, and had taught myself to draw speech bubbles by examining Garfield strips. To this day I still have not solved how arms "go around" the body.
Patrick Goussy
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