There once lived a man named Grimauldi who was so funny that he could make legions of people collapse in fits and howls.
When a depressed man once asked a doctor to help him, the doctor said, “Go and see Grimauldi! He will make you feel better!”
The man said, “I am Grimauldi”
A collection of sketches created while in Residency at Gibraltar Point, Toronto Island. Printed using the iPhoto Application on my Macbook Air as a Christmas gift for my brother Stephen and his lovely family out in Victoria. Very limited edition, you understand. Currently there are less than 30 in existence.
There is a sympathetic response when looking at a person who is laughing.
Inundated with current events has lead to a feeling of despair. In order to combat this overwhelming sense of doom I begin each day by sketching a person laughing.
The initial feeling is one of joy. As I delve into the sketch, the image becomes deconstructed and I no longer see a person laughing - it is broken down to shadows, highlights, shapes, perspective... Some of these smaller shapes within the image are hilarious (there's a scrotum where Trump's neck meets his collar, for instance).
Finding laughs within the laughs is a true delight.
More light into this darkness? I can only hope.