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Lynda! Barry! Two! Times!

September 15, 2019
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My 2013 portrait of Lynda Barry has been my laptop screensaver for quite a while. She continues to blossom and thrive, and teaches creativity two-thirds of the way across the country from me. I would love to take that class. Some day I hope to.

This October 5th I will be an exhibitor and performer at Meet Your Literary Community, an event conducted by Jacob Friedman of the Virginia G. Piper Center for Creative Writing. Jake suggested that I do caricatures for charity, so I am warming up, and this ten-minute sketch of Ms. Barry, its photo source found via Internet search of “lynda barry 2019 headshot,” is today’s first try. It is Conté crayon on Stonehenge paper.

If you are unfamiliar with Lynda Barry and her work, I urge you to seek out her images and image-rich publications. There is also a fine Facebook group aptly named Lynda! Barry! Rocks! The group name inspired the title of this post.

Lynda Barry, take 2.0

May 25, 2013
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A few posts back I attached an image of a Lynda Barry portrait in progress. Today I attach a different image, hommage-ing and burlesquing Ms. Barry’s drawing and calligraphic styles to a modest degree, and tell myself to revisit the subject after taking one of her creativity workshops. Taking one of her creativity workshops is the latest entry on my Bucket List.Image

Here are the words to the acrostic:

Loose lips & CRUDDY’s wisdom to absorb
Yon Deathtrail is New Mexican, old Maya
Neur-author’s pea-green DEMONS! give what for
Dark-sided Truth’s found through her creaking door
And ERNIE POOK’S COMEEK will never dry

If any reader should happen to know Ms. Barry, please convey this message: “Best regards from an admiring fan to a true-voiced genius.”

Tricks of Emphasis. Lynda Barry.

May 15, 2013
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Here there is not the usual poetry, but rather a celebration of tonality in graphite. It is also celebrates that the original Ampersand design hippogriffed the e-t-c of Etcetera.

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Lynda Barry is a hyperaware, grit-dealing, truth-wielding patron saint of misfits. I have been an adoring fan of hers for over 15 years. (So have Tom Robbins and Matt Groening.) I hope to fill the right side of this work in progress with a poem worthy of her, but that must wait until I finish CRUDDY, her illustrated novel. I started the book when my daughter was eleven or twelve; she’s 23 now. The book slipped through my fingers, back to its owner, Marty K, way back then; he has reloaned it to me. Stay tuned for completion, followed by completion.