And speaking of reliving memories, this cartoon might remind you of another cartoon. I’m too lazy to track down the link, but it concerned a loud-mouthed amino acid.
When my laziness peaks (oxymoron intended), I’ll reuse a drawing — or combine elements from several drawings — and hope that few notice, or mind. There are times when I think of myself as Mark Heath, stock house for cartoons, rather than Mark Heath, cartoonist. Several years ago I was crippled with artist’s block (a condition I rarely hear about — writer’s block, yes, artist’s block, no.) I couldn’t draw. I lacked the strength to plow and grind the pen nib across paper. The more I thought about this Herculean task, the less Herculean I became.
I eventually outwitted myself — often my greatest nemesis — by reusing old art, cutting, pasting, repurposing. I did this for a year and more, feeling like an impostor, a grave robber, a charlatan.
The Summer Slides cartoon wasn’t assembled during my Artist’s Block.
Sometimes I”m just lazy.
In defense of my work ethic, however, I did draw the boxes of slides from scratch.*
*In prosecution of my work ethic, I can’t wait to re-use them.
Yet another potential hazard if you cross paths with bottled water. After I drew this, I noticed the lack of a ladder, a ramp, a rope. I have a feeling that escaping — I mean, exiting — the bottle might be impossible.