what must it be like to be jim woodring?
described as "Rich and sweet as a piece of cherry cobbler; frightening as a glimpse of hell." I used to read Jim Woodring's "Frank" years ago, back in the day's of Elgin Street. I'd forgotten how extraordinary Frank's world is. I remember feeling a disturbing sense of having been dragged into a frightening man's psyche. Once you've been to his world you'll never forget them ... (click to enlarge)



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I don't know; I've never JimWoodred!
Oi = just cause i left myself logged in doesn't mean you can go fucking with my blog >:|
my housemate is posting comments as me ....
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