Thursday, May 22, 2014


Only in LA: I drove into the driveway of a church and got caught in the snarl of a movie shoot. A kind movie shooter guided me backing out.


"Fine Art" ruined my profession. Nowadays comic artists get kicks playing the starving artist (usually subsidized by their parents). See, I've been working since the 1980s. I'm old enough to miss the days of publishers NEEDING content and my being able to negotiate a proper price. I entered comics partially to express myself, but also because it was a JOB.


My problem is, I think the sex in my work is as happy and innocent as nature itself. Certainly not as sick as the "mainstream" image of Commissioner Gordon tied up naked.

Yrs, MK

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