A political cartoon has emerged, from my hands, theatrically depicting President Donald Trump of the United States, China’s President Xi Jinping, and Mexico’s President Andrés Manuel López Obrador. This comes in the wake of a Trump rally in Dayton, Ohio that was marked by heated tension. The cartoon showcases the international “bloodbath” of the auto industry, fake news, and scheming wirld leaders…cars. a topic that’s been a focal point of disagreement between these three powers. Involved in this are freelance political cartoonists like me..who shed light on earth issues through art.
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Here is original:
Above backs me up ..from article I wrote here on my blog a few days ago.
But you know what I like bloodbath especially if it’s our enemies. They can probably do it to themselves. If we just give them the rope.
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.. I ❤️ Uncle Vlad. No hard feelings about my cartoon below. I had to do it. 4 hour deadline. I already accepted without reading directions through. The normies associate him with the Soviets which he is not. The masses are irrelevant anyway it’s us who drive the agenda.
Trump AIRSHIPS coming soon. And water cars water-powered cars.
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Political Cartoon Commissions and freelancer cartoonist
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I actually gave him an alternate version, makes much more sense. .. and he liked it better, and I got to take out Uncle Vlad! It was implying something that was not true. Sometimes you have to twist a little wrists. Its for back cover of a book.
In the realm of literature, my acquaintance is not lacking. In the annals of the 1990s, I lent my skills to illustrate a weighty tome, stationed in employment adjacent to the hallowed halls of Harvard, just across the way from its grand arena. Beyond lay a verdant expanse where rugby players danced amidst their spirited contests. Seven years did I devote to this endeavor, wielding pen and ink upon a vast canvas of white, reaping modest earnings ranging from a mere hundred to three hundred dollars weekly throughout that span. Each week, the Red Train bore me from the heights of Beacon Hill to the heart of Cambridge, a two-hour journey each direction, faithfully undertaken. I had an office, well, I shared one, with my employer, I was paid to illustrate a large book. I learned many things about history. My favorite was 8 pieces on Tiananmen square event, before any one ever heard of it.
With an ancient fountain pen, I etched scenes of historical import, delving deep into documentation and research. It was a position of grandeur, bestowed upon me a desk and an entire chamber for my exclusive use. It was for a book my employer was writing. It’s on an unlisted street, you can find on maps today, right over the Charles River. Within reach lay the Winebridge Yellow wine, I did not drink too much, I am allergic, accompanied by delicacies such as Pate Foie Gras and a plethora of epicurean delights from the nearby gourmet emporium. Salmon coins, whatever..I could play music and had to read large sections of a book, in order to illustrate them. All this without google images, or references. Adorning my workspace were the renowned paintings, the BlueBoy and the Pink Girl by the hand of William Gainsborough. I love those paintings. I sold my pen and ink illustrations. One of my jobs.
Yet, my heart found solace in the burgeoning realm of digital art. It was THE NEW THING. In those nascent days of its emergence, I grappled with its complexities as I received compensation for my pen and ink drawings. A dear friend immortalized me, in digital art, the first time I ever saw what it looked like..I got a portrait done, of me, alongside my faithful canine companion through the medium of digital art—an artifact still nestled within my possessions, awaiting discovery to showcase the visage –of yesteryears. He printed it out for me in a printer and I couldnt believe it. I have to FIND it in my boxes and post it here. My first look at digital art. The world surrounding me was one of artistic abundance, inhabited by fellow creators, some of whom would later attain acclaim within the Bostonian art scene. My roomates were ALL ARTISTS. One among them had walked the halls of Yale, honing her craft amidst its prestigious walls. Art degree from Yale. Wall sized paintings. Shows they had In galleries all across the country, of a darker nature, more punk than anything.
In the company of my loyal Rottweiler, Paris—whose arrival coincided with the tragic events of the Oklahoma bombing—I got the dog the same day it happened, I traversed this realm of creativity and innovation. Memories of those days flood my mind as I reminisce, seeking out that portrait which serves as a testament to my journey into the realm of Digital Art—a journey marked by humble beginnings, gradual self-instruction through the daily practice of ink cartooning, and a reliance on the tools afforded for free, like sharpies and pads of paper.. all amidst the backdrop of camaraderie shared with fellow artisans.
My other roomate worked at Isabella Stewart gardner museum, even at the time of the theft. 3 floors of artists I lived with. All they did was paint or make performance art stuff. If you went over a friends house they always had pieces up. I was impressed with their personalities and likability. I would rather not deal with people and galleries. Or glitterbugging.
I have lots of experience. All I need is a hit piece of your challenger or an article promoting your cause. I do all the thinking.
The reason I post these is a lot of times they get thrown out, and I have to redo the whole thing and you know what I just want to save a little piece of it because it’s such a relationship I have with my political cartoons. Until I am well known, I will have to draw in other styles and give client what they want.
In the intricate dance of sketching faces, I find a peculiar intimacy. I feel love. I also feel hate if Im drawing an enemy…As I delve into their features, an ephemeral bond weaves between us. There’s a strange sensation of recognition, as though I’ve glimpsed their soul. Especially when I render them in attractive or chibi caricature, I find myself enraptured by their essence. Thus, it is a profound disappointment when these muse-like figures betray the enchantment we’ve shared. When they turn around and backstab maga or are found out to be a globalist. In politics we are given people to love. But is it lasting? With Trump, 100 Percent yes, since the beginning. But not for Others. The agony is visceral, seeping into my being and distorting my artistic expression. I start drawing them as ugly caricatures.. My once tender strokes transform into bold exaggerations, fueled by the fervor of betrayal. I MAKE YOU UGLY. I take it all back.. It is a torment that drains me, when those I loved once, in politics, turn evil..or betray Trump or make fun of Maga, the greatest revolution the world has never seen before. Its International, yes,
When a character I love, betrays us, It pains me…physically, because of my art of drawing them. They stole something from me. leaving behind an ache I cannot name. Perhaps it is a syndrome of sorts, this affliction of falling in love with one’s art subjects. When you draw someone you feel like you know them …and you fall in love.. like.. you feel like.. you really know them. And it is like a stab in my throat… a knife in my back.. when they betray our cause.. because I’ve invested so much emotion into them.. in my art. And I gave that person something special ..when I drew them.. and it’s kind of like I feel like I have an imaginary bond to the face. That they broke.. I take it personal, they do not think exactly like me sometimes. That’s why when they betray Trump I’m only talking about a few people.. but I feel something for a person I draw. And if I once loved you and you turn bad. There is NO MERCY. I raise the red flag on the ship. the NO QUARTER FLAG. You are fair game. You are fallen from grace, if you go against our cause. You get a n ugly caricature from now on.
My feeling to my cartoons, the people I draw in them, more akin to an emotional attachment or admiration, it might be described as “personal investment” or “emotional connection.” It reflects my strong bond or an affinity towards my own creations.
As a political cartoonist, I pour my heart and soul into each illustration, infusing them with my own perspectives and experiences. My cartoons become an extension of myself, a platform of art, me time, through which I express my innermost thoughts and feelings about pressing political issues. It’s not just about creating visually appealing images; it’s about conveying complex ideas and messages in a way that resonates with my audience. I think very hard. Sometimes I think long hours, and obsess over my ideas.
Moreover, my attachment to my craft serves as a source of resilience in the face of criticism and controversy. I am censored and ignored. I do not want fame. I want noone to see me until I have done my collection. Despite facing pushback and challenges, I remain steadfast in my commitment to using my art as a tool for expression. My unwavering dedication, I have done this since 2016! During Trump, I did everyday!
In essence, my attachment to my work as a political cartoonist is a central aspect of my identity, representing my deepest convictions, struggles, and victories. And pains too. Its personal for me. I am open for the world to see.