Cartooning Poems - Poems about Cartooning

cartooning relaxes me I love doing it a precursor to my paintings I adore acrylics fluorescents entice me fuchsia, orange, green, red, blue, anything that dazzles under a black light I never work on one painting My studio is a messy mess encouraging me to work on ten at a time Yesterday I realized I have twenty-six waiting without a drop of paint I am working on...

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Pirates, witches, dragons, castles, mats and bats, Broomstick divas, a Dracula wearing red flats, Huskies, and spider monkeys joining soulful frats, Raccoons, starfish, butterflies, a skull that chats My imagination gives me enormous congrats As we pencil out another painting of rat wearing hats...

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Start with her eye. Draw the orb. Now the lashes, pointy, long. Not the nose, not the mouth, not the chin, always the eyes. Every solitary time. No exceptions. Except sometimes I make The eye into a fish, or a helium balloon or a submarine. But I always start with the eye, and it is always a woman’s. Erase....

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I teach cartooning class to thirteen first and second graders. On Leadership Day. Once a month. It is a cinch, As last year I was teaching cartooning class to thirty-one Kindergarten students. This is amazingly simple. Before they congregate I draw something simple on the white board in steps. This week I started with an oval. Added a tiny elongated rectangular stem at the...

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In seventeen minutes I teach cartooning to a bunch of lively and eager first, second and third graders. I have been looking forward to it in a fantastic way since yesterday, when I realized I am doing it. We could choose three things to teach, things that we love, that are not traditional school-ish things. My choices were...

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