Thomas Kinkade is dead. This guy is still alive.
I feel sure he is
Dumbo Ears’ Paul Ryan’s favorite artist.
In other news, my issue came out. I’m the first and most prominently featured artist. I get used to people not caring. I mean, people–far away–care. Magazines editors care. Other artists care. People from around the world write me to say they care, to say my art is amazing, inspiring, etc. But in my immediate circles of friends/family/online pals it goes mostly completely ignored. Even by my husband. I mean, he is very nice about it and says he likes my work, but I’m not sure he gets it. I remember I used to find all the indifference puzzling, but after awhile it turned to scabbed over puzzlement and I took the indifference for granted. So when I sent out the issue to my inlaws and parents (sans note or word of explanation) last week, I immediately forgot I did it. I’m serious–I completely forgot I sent them out. So I was genuinely and pleasantly surprised when my inlaws called to congratulate me. Father-in-law declared “Beth’s the only good artist in there.” (I disagree.) And my mother said via Facebook she was so proud she cried. I guess I’m doing something right.