Caricature Artist Speaks Out

The quickest way to a person's heart may be through their stomach, but the quickest way to their soul is through their face! Too many people don't really appreciate the services we caricature artists provide. We sit outside all day, taking on all comers. It's a grueling job, but a rewarding one.

Look at a caricature. What do you see? I see honesty. The giant nose I draw on a child is the nose they feel on the inside. The nose whose nostrils, until now, have been unable to breathe free the air of the world. Perhaps each of us has their own special nose, tucked away in some secret place. Show me your nose, and I will show you yourself.

It's truly an art. I mean, duh, it's an art. I'm drawing. But I mean it's really an art. It searches our ideals and pulls out the commandments that make us who we are. It's like double-art. I wonder how many arts it is if you make a caricature that goes really really deep into the soul? Probably like five. I'm operating at a three-art level, myself, personally (me).

But back to the point. Who are you truly, beneath that three-dimensional veneer? I bet you don't even know. I only need to take one look. You. You're a spaceship type of personality. And you, you, you're in front of a chalkboard. And you? Oh my god. You're a dune buggy. Get out of my sight.

I'm not going to say that caricature drawing is the most perfect thing you could do ever. That would be taking it too far. Let's just say it's the most perfect thing you can do as a human being and leave it at that. I don't want to come off as self-important. Because it's your self that's important.

People ask me, sometimes, if I can draw them a certain way. No, no I can't. I can't lie to you, lie to your whole family, lie to everyone who might ever see the caricature which I will give you and you will then hang on your wall. So stop whining when I give you buck teeth. It just means you're insightful.

Caricatures, caricatures, caricatures. I am the moving artist of the night, although I work exclusively during the day, on the pier. I caricature the squirrels, the sun. I caricatured a bowl of fruit. I didn't call it still life. I called it real life. The secrets of your mind will be revealed to me and my pen as you sit in my chair. So beware, meek denizen of the boardwalk. Do you really want to know thyself? I do. I am born into the life I was meant to lead. So approach me slowly, that I might put pen to paper and give you the gift of yourself.