Most people know my work through Cox & Forkum Editorial Cartoons, which I started illustrating with Allen Forkum in August 2001. We have over 1,000 cartoons on our Web site, so be sure to poke around. You'll also find the cartoons compiled three books.

This cartoon happens to be one in which I came of with the scenario. Allen and I tweaked it to better fit the news at the time. And unfortunately Israel eventually retured to its past record of negotiating for hostages.

I'm a BIG Calvin and Hobbes fan. I have the book Calvin and Hobbes: Sunday Pages 1985 to 1995 by Bill Watterson, and on a whim I decided to have some fun mimicking the cover with caricatures of me and Allen (that's me up front). It gave me a chance to study Watterson's wonderful water color work. And my efforts didn't go to waste; we used it to announce our hiatus from editorial cartooning today.

Detective Frank Pound, world-weary crime fighter for The Burg.

More randomness from the pile of "Ideas That Went Nowhere".

Skeptics doubting the stories of The Grappler can't explain what happened to Miss Jenkins on that fateful evening of June 7th, 1879 in Bloodshire, England.

ONCE JANICE OPENED UP THE GALACTOR XK3000, HER PAROLE VIOLATIONS JUST MELTED AWAY....

Nick Webb was certain Inspector Qualm had the last bit of inside dope he needed...

A little "behind-the-scenes" peek into today's Cox and Forkum post. You can see the finished ink piece later on today at coxandforkum.com

As you may already have heard, Allen Forkum and I have hung up our spurs over at Cox and Forkum.com. You can read in detail the whys and wherefors of our decision but be assured.....I'm still kickin'. I've got lots to do here and you haven't seen NUTHIN' yet.....

For all of those who have been aware of our work for the last few years, thank you for the encouragement you've so generously given. We've enjoyed the ride.

Playing around with Pink Floyd lyrics....

Been busy these days in Nashville signing these babies for our customers who took advantage of our "early order" offer that ended Oct 12. We at Cox and Forkum Industries are always striving to bring a smile to the huddled masses.You can order the books by clicking here

11" x 8"
graphite on paper

This is by Devon Cox, 10 years old. He says, "I have a craving to play and draw." I know the feeling...

(sung to Black Sabbath's "Iron Man")

I am the Ice Cream Man,
Running over fat kids
With my van.

A little update on our upcoming comic book release. I'm on page 26 of a total 30 page book. I'm quite thrilled with how it's turning out. Keep ya posted....

I've been doing a little catch-up reading on the "Kept Secrets" thread. YOWZA!

I'll simply (yet emphatically) suggest this: Keep them interestesting, brief and without malice. I'm more likely to respond and keep the conversation going. Big, giant thread comments confuse me. Let's remember this is a cocktail party and not a college debate.

BIG HUG?

Amaze your friends! Next time you're killing time at a bar with your friends, whip out a cocktail napkin and a ballpoint pen and let it rip. Hilarity ensues....

1. Start with a diamond shape.

2. High up towards the top of the diamond, draw two eyebrows that look like caterpillars mating. Add a short, straight bridge of the nose with very wide, flaring nostrils. Feel free to exaggerate here.

3. Bush has a long upper lip and a smallish mouth shaped kind of like a turtle's. Add a little shadow underneath the lower lip and some crease lines around the nose and eyes. Add a crappy, old white guy's haircut. Stupid bangs intensifies his redneck roots.

4. Jumbo ears. Can't go wrong here.

5. Add a suit and tie. Hell, he can be wearing anything. Your the editorial artist. Make a statement.

6. Ink accordingly. Everyone inks differently. Be creative.

There, now. Go get syndicated and live in a refrigerator box for the next few years and you're well on your way to being a professional editorial catoonist with a life expectancy of the average rabbit.

I don't think art is propaganda; it should be something that liberates the soul, provokes the imagination and encourages people to go further. It celebrates humanity instead of manipulating it.
KEITH HARING

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I'm not absolutely sure what's going on here, but I'm guessing it has to do with world domination.

Allen Forkum came up with this gem for his latest edition of Automotive Report. I wuv drawing wittle babies....

Come and get it! You can order and purchase my new comic book at http://matamoroscomic.com/. Here's hoping you have a couple of bucks left in the ol' Christmas fund. ENJOY!

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"I found a cup underground!"

(Devon has been drawing alot lately)

The latest toon for Allen Forkum's newspaper, "Automotive Report".

Some days I got nuthin'. It's like trying to squeeze out a watermelon through a nostril.

A new cartoon for Allen's paper.

Fresh from his sold-out tour in the Gamma Region of Beldazaar System L-14, Phaeto took out time to say "KLEEXZOOP" to all his froogers back on Mirandathox.

Fourth Classman Baxter had no love for the Burnager Project. It leaned on the theory of theocratic anarchy, but it was the only game in town....for now. And his father HAD to get in the middle of it....

Allen Forkum's paper has my take on columnist Buster McNutt's piece about extreme sports.

This is a cartoon I did for Peter O'keefe based on an idea he wanted to see 'tooned. Has a nice classic feel to it.

A message from my boy....("YUMTA" is our word for: I DON"T KNOW)

SCENE: At my local watering hole, minding my own business, downing a few High Lifes (Lives?) to shut up the voices in my head.....

H (screen printer): Hey, John. I got a Mexican restaurant that wants a smiling pinata with the caption "I'd Hit That!" on a t-shirt they can sell to customers.

Me: What's the budget?

H: I can go as high as $75.

Me (with a YOU-GOTTA-BE-KIDDIN' face): WHAT!?

H (giving me the fish-eye...he knows me oh too well): You heard me.

Me: Uh....that's a little low....(time to pull a face...something that says I'm thinking it over like I'm trying to dissect a radioactive frog...) Okay, I'm in.

H: When can I see a pencil?

Me: Tomorrow.