May 18, 2017
It's basically the same as eating pigs, cows, chickens, ducks, horses and on and on. Somehow the meat and dairy industry has done a great job of convincing us otherwise. A lot of small farms give names to their animals that are to be murdered. Maybe it's a little harder to slaughter your cow or pig if it's named Benji, Snowball or Baxter. Animals just want to roam free and raise their families too. The problem starts when some dude in Cleveland wants his veal scallopini for brunch. Then we have to take the baby away from the mommy cow and put it into a meat slicer. Maybe Rover, the baby veal, would rather play in the pasture instead of ending up in some guy's gut. Try a grilled mushroom hero instead.
May 16, 2017
A few days ago was the first time I've ever laid eyes on my great grandmother. My grandfather's mom. Here she is. My cousin Fran did a lot of family research and dug up a photograph from one of our overseas cousins. I was able to visit her grave in Brooklyn which Fran also discovered. She died at 37 a few months after making the boat ride from Ireland. It took too much of a toll on her health. Maggie was the mother of 7 children and 6 stepchildren. 13 in all. That's a whole other story for another time. When she came to America, she only had the funds to take 2 of her children along. My grandfather ended up in an orphanage. He was in there from age 9 until he was 18. By that time his other siblings raised enough funds to bring him to America too. Maggie must have been a bit of a nut if I'm related. Anyway a lot of hardship went into the making of me.
May 15, 2017
May 11, 2017
When I draw I can create whatever I want. So for example, when I go to sketch at the Natural History museum, I move things around as I see fit. This baby ostrich was not next to the egg. I moved that next to him. They certainly weren't hanging around with that baby rhino. He was in another diorama. The mother was way far away from the baby ostrich but I moved everything around to make my own scene. I must say that the hundred kids who bashed into me while I was doing it thought it was cool. That must count for something besides black and blue marks on my arms.
May 8, 2017
I don't need for an animal to be murdered in order for me to have breakfast, lunch or dinner. I'm convinced people don't really know what they are eating. It's just something they pick up at a store. The world is already cruel enough. At least abstain from meat a few days a week.